When PJ was just starting to eat solid foods, around 5 months old, we would plop her in the high chair so she could participate in our family dinner. Well, she wanted nothing to do with the food and everything to do with the post that shot up between her legs that was intended to keep her little body safely in the seat. She would simply stiff arm the spoon and start writhing and then her face would turn red. Yes, it was a little disturbing for a mother to watch and I promptly stopped using that chair.
At this same point in time, CT (then 2) was discovering his very own body parts. My house seemed to be highly sexed and my babies were getting a lot more action than I was. A talk with the pediatrician ensued and she assured me that my children were very normal and just exploring their bodies.
Well today, PJ has found her body again. She is very open to discussing how her bottom feels good when she lays face down and her binki is placed in just the right position. She has even found a name for her new feel good activity. She says, “I’m goin’ to do my exercises.”
Oh, how I wish my exercises felt that good!Filed under PJ | Comment (0)
I purchased a three pack of lip gloss as a stocking stuffer for PJ. My first thought was to just give them to her. You know, only girls should be wearing lip stick, gloss, eye shadow, etc. My second thought was, the boys are going to be totally jealous and I know there will be bickering and fighting and carrying on over gloss on Christmas morn.
You see, my boys love the make-up just as much as their little sis. In fact, as long as it is flavored, I think KP would not only apply but eat a whole tube of it. Now CT, he is beyond eating it, he just enjoys the feeling it imparts on his lips, all soft and moist like.
Side bar: have I ever mentioned how much I dislike the word moist? It unnerves me. Moist. Say it. MOIST. What do you think of? My brainstorm goes like this…hot, uncomfortable, toe jam, smegma, hot stinky crotch. See that is why I don’t like the word, it drums up bad images.
Anyway, back to the balm. Does a mother foster the love of the lip gloss on Christmas or should I start the Boy’s School of Hard Knocks and make sure the boys get the rough and tumble and the girl gets the pretty pretty princess?
You don’t even need to answer, I just decided.
My boys look great in lip gloss!Filed under Uncategorized | Comment (0)
One of my guilty pleasures of this time of year is listening to the oldies station from the day after Thanksgiving to Christmas. Yes, an entire month! And what do they play you ask…Christmas carols, all day, every day.
Fa la la laaaaaaaaaa.Filed under Random thoughts | Comment (0)
A house bustling with family, friends, food, good conversation and love, who can ask for anything more? I feel so blessed and so thankful.
And then, there is the icing on the cake…
My brother who decides to show up at 10:00 am to cook the turkey with a full head of hair and then returns at 3:00 with a Mohawk.
And my mother, who tried to make buns that looked like baby chicks. Do these buns look like chicks to you? I didn’t think so either.
Happy Thanksgiving!Filed under Uncategorized | Comment (0)
After a trip to the pediatrician yesterday she had given me some suggested reading material. So I had emailed all the ladies in our playgroup to see if anyone owned a copy I could barrow.
The email said:
Does anyone have a copy of How to Behave So Your Preschooler Will Too
by Sal Severe that I could borrow?
My friend Kim responded:
I laughed out loud when I read this! Thanks for that!