Kids, TV, moving, miscellaneous
Mom, Dad, and Brother were here for most of last week for Baby J's birthday, which meant that lots of housework and laundry was done last week. This week ... not so much :) Then again, I was so ill I could barely get off of the couch for most of Monday and Tuesday so that could explain it. I basically guilted D into taking yesterday off because I knew I couldn't handle having to be the primary caregiver again when I was still feeling crappy, and he brought B and her little friend to school. While there, he said he was talking with one of the moms about why he was dropping the girls off, and she said something to the effect of what a great husband he was and that if she'd asked her husband to stay home to take care of her and her kids, he would have told her to take a hike. Then he said with a smile, "So see, I'm a great guy for doing this." Immediately my hackles were raised at this, because even though he is a wonderful father and partner, our circumstances are most likely very different from most of B's classmates. So I replied, with more than a little vexation in my tone, "Considering that most husbands don't work 6 days a week when a late night for them to get home is 7 or 8 PM when that woudl be early for you, I wouldn't compare our situation to theirs." Then I realized he was just saying that stuff to get me worked up because he thinks it's funny, and I had to laugh too. He loves to irritate me!
B peed her pants 4 days in a row. She's 5 and a half, and should well be out of this phase. Potty training her was hell on earth, so we've always struggled a bit with accidents, but this spell was a systematic attempt to vex me. I've read countless things on this stuff and they all say not to punish, but also every child is different and punishing her by taking something away from her is the only thing that has ever really worked. This time, I tried to follow the experts and stayed calm. I didn't punish her, instead we just talked about it, I even asked her if it hurt when she peed in case she's gotten a UTI or something, but she said it didn't and that it was just that she wasn't listening to her body. One night just as we were getting ready for bed, I asked her if she had to go potty and we talked a bit again about how she needed to listen to her body. She said no, and I figured I'd wait a few minutes more until we were further into getting ready for bed to ask again. While getting out her pajamas, I reached for the drawer and my arm brushed the back of her dress. It was damp. I asked her if she'd peed her pants and she gave me that guilty look. I couldn't believe it. After we'd just discussed it! So I stood up calmly, and said, "That's it. No stories. Get your pajamas on and get into bed." I think by that point I was more stunned than angry.
Baby J is moving along great although since I've read that he should be clapping by this time and he's not, I had a few days of panicking, which of course made D laugh even more at me. Of course, the fact that I haven't tried to teach him how to clap should bear mentioning. Never mind the fact that he can walk extremely well and can do many other things beyond the average 1 year old, I'm fixated on the clapping thing.
Yesterday, we had the kids at the park -- since we FINALLY had a nice spring day -- and D set Baby J on the grass, but the baby didn't like it. He started getting fussy, but when D moved him to the cushioned play part near the slides, he was more than happy to explore there. D said, "I think he's afraid of grass," which sounded crazy to me, but I nodded supportively anyway. Then today, while waiting for B's ride to school, I took Baby J outside with me and stood him on our great big front lawn. He just stood there not moving his feet an inch. I thought perhaps he was hesitant because it's slopey in the front and he didn't want to tumble over, so I went to hold his hand a help him. Still wouldn't budge. When B left, I took him down to the street and starting walking down there with him. No problem. As soon as I moved him to the grass, Wouldn't move. So my son has some sort of fear of grass or green or I don't know what. Is this bizarre?
Also, to add more evidence to the "Bad Mommy" file I'm sure my kids are building somewhere in their subconscious, I just got back from bringing Baby J to have some kind of blood test done. In order to get the blood, a woman had to prick his finegr while I held him tightly in my arms. She then proceeded to squeeze his finger while I continued to hold him. Thank God he fell asleep in the car on the way home.
Last night was an episode of CM that left me feeling kind of suicky. And not because of the case but because they had Reid kissing a woman. This bothered me because he just looked so uncomfortable doing it. A few weeks back, iscaris asked me what slash pair I saw with Reid in it, and I honestly couldn't answer her. After thinking on it a bit, I realized it was because I see Reid as an asexual character. I can't see him having any kind of romantic interest with anyone, but especially not with a woman. They've hinted a bit at him having an interest in JJ, but I was happy when they lat that drop to the wayside. I don't know why I view him this way either. If I were to take away the slumped over appearance caused by his big, Hermione-like bag and put on some different clothes, he'd probably look like an Abercrombie and Fitch model.
I think if I were to envision Dr. Reid in any kind of romantic relationship, it would have to be as a crossover with Dr. Hodges from "Bones." Hodges is sarcastic and funny and incredibly intelligent, and I think with his conspiracy theories and quick wit, he and Reid could have some very interesting discussions. So I think I'm a Reid/Hodges fan, and I'm probably the only one thus far.
BTW, totally loved the House/Cameron moments in last night's "House" ep. Also, his stuff with Wilson was exceptional as well. I wish that show could be on every night.
D has agreed to go to Hartford, CT for 2 weeks mainly to get the office there up and running, but when he gets back, we've pretty mjuch decided that we're going to Miami. I am very ready for a drastic change, and now is the time to do it with the kids being so small. I am very much looking forward to it and hope it turns out to be a good life move for us. D and I are both suffocating here in Pittsburgh.
B peed her pants 4 days in a row. She's 5 and a half, and should well be out of this phase. Potty training her was hell on earth, so we've always struggled a bit with accidents, but this spell was a systematic attempt to vex me. I've read countless things on this stuff and they all say not to punish, but also every child is different and punishing her by taking something away from her is the only thing that has ever really worked. This time, I tried to follow the experts and stayed calm. I didn't punish her, instead we just talked about it, I even asked her if it hurt when she peed in case she's gotten a UTI or something, but she said it didn't and that it was just that she wasn't listening to her body. One night just as we were getting ready for bed, I asked her if she had to go potty and we talked a bit again about how she needed to listen to her body. She said no, and I figured I'd wait a few minutes more until we were further into getting ready for bed to ask again. While getting out her pajamas, I reached for the drawer and my arm brushed the back of her dress. It was damp. I asked her if she'd peed her pants and she gave me that guilty look. I couldn't believe it. After we'd just discussed it! So I stood up calmly, and said, "That's it. No stories. Get your pajamas on and get into bed." I think by that point I was more stunned than angry.
Baby J is moving along great although since I've read that he should be clapping by this time and he's not, I had a few days of panicking, which of course made D laugh even more at me. Of course, the fact that I haven't tried to teach him how to clap should bear mentioning. Never mind the fact that he can walk extremely well and can do many other things beyond the average 1 year old, I'm fixated on the clapping thing.
Yesterday, we had the kids at the park -- since we FINALLY had a nice spring day -- and D set Baby J on the grass, but the baby didn't like it. He started getting fussy, but when D moved him to the cushioned play part near the slides, he was more than happy to explore there. D said, "I think he's afraid of grass," which sounded crazy to me, but I nodded supportively anyway. Then today, while waiting for B's ride to school, I took Baby J outside with me and stood him on our great big front lawn. He just stood there not moving his feet an inch. I thought perhaps he was hesitant because it's slopey in the front and he didn't want to tumble over, so I went to hold his hand a help him. Still wouldn't budge. When B left, I took him down to the street and starting walking down there with him. No problem. As soon as I moved him to the grass, Wouldn't move. So my son has some sort of fear of grass or green or I don't know what. Is this bizarre?
Also, to add more evidence to the "Bad Mommy" file I'm sure my kids are building somewhere in their subconscious, I just got back from bringing Baby J to have some kind of blood test done. In order to get the blood, a woman had to prick his finegr while I held him tightly in my arms. She then proceeded to squeeze his finger while I continued to hold him. Thank God he fell asleep in the car on the way home.
Last night was an episode of CM that left me feeling kind of suicky. And not because of the case but because they had Reid kissing a woman. This bothered me because he just looked so uncomfortable doing it. A few weeks back, iscaris asked me what slash pair I saw with Reid in it, and I honestly couldn't answer her. After thinking on it a bit, I realized it was because I see Reid as an asexual character. I can't see him having any kind of romantic interest with anyone, but especially not with a woman. They've hinted a bit at him having an interest in JJ, but I was happy when they lat that drop to the wayside. I don't know why I view him this way either. If I were to take away the slumped over appearance caused by his big, Hermione-like bag and put on some different clothes, he'd probably look like an Abercrombie and Fitch model.
I think if I were to envision Dr. Reid in any kind of romantic relationship, it would have to be as a crossover with Dr. Hodges from "Bones." Hodges is sarcastic and funny and incredibly intelligent, and I think with his conspiracy theories and quick wit, he and Reid could have some very interesting discussions. So I think I'm a Reid/Hodges fan, and I'm probably the only one thus far.
BTW, totally loved the House/Cameron moments in last night's "House" ep. Also, his stuff with Wilson was exceptional as well. I wish that show could be on every night.
D has agreed to go to Hartford, CT for 2 weeks mainly to get the office there up and running, but when he gets back, we've pretty mjuch decided that we're going to Miami. I am very ready for a drastic change, and now is the time to do it with the kids being so small. I am very much looking forward to it and hope it turns out to be a good life move for us. D and I are both suffocating here in Pittsburgh.