11.09.2010

Pink vs. Blue

Every so often, I promise myself that I will take this parenting thing more seriously. In an office environment, you're encouraged or required to take continuing education courses of just an hour or two every year.
There's truth to the method. The things you read, study, or take in form you as a professional or a parent. There's a ton in parenting that is intuitive or that you learned yourself from your parents. But recently, in a quest for self-betterment and understanding kids better... I picked up this book by Dr. Leonard Sax called "Why Gender Matters." In a nutshell, he begins by demonstrating how boys and girls brains are essentially different in their composition and how that influences their choices, education style, and tendencies. Such a great book.
Lately, my friends who have multiple children of the same gender have been asking me if I can see any differences beginning to emerge in how Matthew, now 18mos, acts more "boy." I'm more attentive now to those differences, lemmie tell ya!
When we went to the pumpkin patch, every little pumpkin was a "ball" for Matthew, which he identified as such and then attempted to hurl as far as possible. Sophia just watched him with a teeny bit of girlish distain. "No. They're pun-kins Matt-Matt!"

Fearless, often dangerous behaviour, check. Matthew's favorite indoor action game is to stand on the seat of his wheeled Pooh riding toy and jump off. The most creative Sophia got with that toy was to sit on the seat backwards and ride it that way. She thought that was so novel!!
Color choices, check. One thing Sax talks about is boys tendency to draw "action" over static figures (like people and houses) that a girl might draw. Coupled with this is boys' tendency to pick colors like gray, brown, black and blue. Girls are drawn to bright colors like red, orange, purple, and yellow. This phenomenon, explains Sax, has everything to do with how their eyes are wired to their brains and what cones inside the eyes are most receptive. (I'll admit I tuned out a lot of the technical stuff in this example). So true... Sophia scribbles with vibrant colors while Matthew does opt for the others mentioned.
So cool! So much to learn!

11.08.2010

Prelude to the Happy Post to Come


Monday... Monday...

O to go to the office. I swore I wouldn't want to go back. But some mornings, when the monkeys are howling at 5:45 (thank you daylight savings time... grrr) you just want to leave the little screamers with someone else and go tackle a flow chart or something. Tune in later when I write a sonnet about how much I love staying home from the kids. I am that fickle.

11.03.2010

Am I Getting Old?


It's 9am and I'm still not awake. Both kids sleep through the night and I'm wiped. Starting to have trepidation about #3 and how I'm going to manage to get through the day after a long night with some semblance of charity towards my alternately chatty cranky kids. I'm not even 30. How do mommas in their 40's do this?

10.28.2010

Creepy or just me?

So there is a lovely park within walking distance from our house. We go there often - even when the weather isn't nice and the clouds are starting to spit at us - just to get out and run off some energy. There's a 1/2 mile loop walking trail around the open rolling fields with tennis courts and playground equipment in the middle.

Really lovely. Except I always feel like I could use that extra set of eyes that my mother had in the back of her head. That I haven't fully acquired yet... despite me being a mother myself. There are almost always people sitting in parked cars in the parking lot and quite frequently there are middle aged men walking the path, doing laps in the middle of the day. Not that they don't have a right to come out and take a stroll in the park, but it brings out the grizzly momma in me.
There was nothing or no one especially threatening at the park today, but I found myself visualizing "Chuck"-esque kung-fu moves and wishing I could "flash."
" Take 'em out by the legs... yeah!"
If you haven't seen "Chuck" (no relation to Chuck Norris) on NBC you're probably wondering what the heck I'm talking about. Well, Chuck has this intersect computer program in his head that allows him to upload all kinds of useful things, like kick-a** kung-fu, when he's in a jam. I do feel as if I have learned a few cool moves from him. Unfortunately for you though, since I'm pregnant, I won't be able to demonstrate for a few months.
I have always had a crazy imagination (why I don't watch horror movies) and I tend to see things in headlines. Then I always write a the first few lines of the article in my head.

For instance, I see a dog going nuts behind his fence as we walk past. I picture him jumping the fence and coming at us.
HEADLINE: "Mom fends off angry dog with keys and cell phone"
ARTICLE: "A mother taking her two toddlers for a walk was attacked by a dog when it jumped a fence. The quick-thinking mom grabbed the two items she had on her person - her cell phone and keys - and effectively stopped the dog by jamming the cell phone in the dogs open mouth as he lunged for her children." And you can imagine the rest yourself....

Wierd huh. So, maybe the park isn't as creepy as I make it out to be in my head. Occasionally, I'll take a friend with me and point out some of the things that get my imagination going - just to see what they say and figure out if it's just me....

Let me know when you want to go. Moo-haha!!!

Happy Halloween!

10.12.2010

Apples and Punkins


And so begins the delicious baking/sugar frenzy which won't conclude till Christmas!

Applesauce muffins this morning to compliment the cold snap in the air. Then this afternoon we created some caramel apples. Sophia and I melted the caramels and swirled a few apples for some photo worthy and yummmmy treats. Did I mention we are an apple family?

I'm bracing myself for the sugar high which I'm sure I made worse by giving them hot chocolate to wash the sticky caramel off their teeth. So fun... I'm sure it will be worth it!

Also, this weekend we went to the Flower Mound Pumpkin patch where we took a hay ride and picked a few cute lil punkins for our mantle.

10.04.2010

The Time Has Come...

The time has come my little one, to talk of many things,
of skinny jeans, tiny tees all tossed to the side till spring
(of 2012 probably).

A few days ago, I said goodbye to my wardrobe as I know it. Those cute shorts that made me look slim, the fun peasant top that showed a teeny bit of my flat belly when I wore my favorite pair of low cut jeans.... all sentenced to at least a year in storage. Didn't even unfold the skinny jeans to say goodbye. 'sigh'
By now its a familiar ritual. One I know in my head that is silly to get too upset about - I'll fit back into the stuff eventually - but still a difficult one.
The maternity clothes all are hanging expectantly (no pun intended) in my closet. I tried swimming in a few pieces yesterday, and hung them back up in favor of my new best friend... the t-shift. I'll grow into those pieces in a while... 'shudder.' It's a good vanity check.



http://mexiconuevo.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/tweedle-dee-and-tweedle-dum1.jpg
It's a little known fact that these characters actually inspired
a popular maternity pant design.


Right now, when there aren't any kicks or wiggling its hard to remember that there's somebody down there, making my tummy pooch out. But when I think about being super-preggo and ready to deliver any day - it makes my heart leapfrog with anticipation.
It's amazing being a mother. I had forgotten the rush of emotions that accompany this time of belly-biggering. The things along the way that momentarily depress you but give way to excitement about the inevitable arrival of a tiny new family member.
So I won't get depressed about my inability to wear a belted sweater. I'll just zip up those black stiletto boots and give my baby belly a reassuring rub.

I thought the next stanza of the Walrus and the Carpenter was oddly appropriate to conclude with...

“But wait a bit,” the Oysters cried,
“Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!”
“No hurry!” said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

4.10.2010

Wilderness-style

Though it has been awhile since I've posted, it is most certainly not due to a lack of material. I guess I just have to be in a creative mindset... and most of my creativity seems to be getting sucked up by Sophia!
Since potty-training, Sophia and I have experienced our share of interesting potty runs. From the nasty porta-potty at the park ("Sophia don't touch ANYTHING") to Wal-Mart ("EEew, she just bent over and touched her forehead to the toilet seat. She needs a bath NOW!") I have joined the ranks of moms who can share gross and funny toilet stories.
Here's a new one.
We were walking a long paved nature trail with my friend Marissa and her 3 yr-old son Joseph, when Sophia decided she needed to go. It wasn't a busy trail, and there was no sign of nearby facilities... so I thought we'd try going potty wilderness-style. Marissa watched Matthew as Sophia and I trekked out into the clearing and behind some brush. We were all set to "go" but Sophia suddenly decided "Momma, I go potty at HOME."
So our walk resumed with no more talk of needing to go. Until we got to the parking lot. Joseph and Sophia were running around the picnic area as Marissa and I chatted for a few more minutes. Suddenly, I look over, and Sophia is struggling to pull her jeans down over her hips. "Momma, I go potty in the grass" she says.
I definitely felt it was a slo-mo worthy moment. "N-o-o-0!" as I lunged across the lawn, fixated on her every tug. Would it be the one to de-pants her?
I reached her just in time. Thank goodness for the fact she can't un-snap her fly button. I informed her that we "only go pottty in the grass when Mommy helps you." Whew.