Author: soggycheerios

I got Alyssa all ready to leave, bundled up warm and in pants.  I went to do something so that we could leave, and when I called for Alyssa to come she was in a tutu, with ballet slippers on.  I was frustrated, and got fairly upset with her, because if anyone knows me I hate to be late, and this had set me back on my time line.  She looked at me with her big eyes filled with tears, and said that she was going to get nothing for Christmas because she was on the naughty list now.  I grabbed her and gave her a big hug, apologized for getting upset and told her she was not on the naughty list, that she just needed to check with me before changing her clothes.  Today I’m feeling pretty sad, because I behaved like a 2 year old today.  No I didn’t get in a tutu before I needed to go somewhere, but I might as well have.  I argued with someone today in front of other people, and in front of my children.  I didn’t show a good example to them of how adults resolve their problems.  I start to think I’m maturing, I’m growing up, and wont succumb to childish behavior, only to do so.  Now I’m not going to go into details so don’t ask.  I have an issue that I can’t seem to get over.   I feel like I have been given mission impossible, that I go to great lengths to accomplish, a fair amount of personal sacrifice, and I’m fine with that, other than the fact that no matter how hard I try, it is impossible for me to succeed.  It’s a frustrating situation to be in.  So tonight, I’m done, I’m done arguing like a two year old.  I will let it go, I will learn a lesson from it, and I will move forward trying to show my children the correct way to deal with conflict.  I really hate feeling like an idiot, but tonight that is what I feel like.   I have a feeling I’m getting nothing for Christmas.  Better yet, someone send me a filter that fits between my brain and my mouth.

Hallie has become a great addition to our family.  Everyone has such love and compassion for this tiny helpless little thing.  They find great joy in her smiles, and sounds, and messy little faces.  She in return gives them the best little slobbery baby kisses, and is always excited to see them.  They all change diapers, and pick out her clothes, and take a lot of pride in helping me with her.  Last night Aubrey put her to sleep, she has a very natural motherly nature about her, and Hallie is very comfortable with her.  Tanner has had a little harder time finding a way to bond with her.  He has been taking Hallie from me to go and play with her, he has a great plan to teach her to crawl.   If he only knew how much harder his life will be once she can crawl he wouldn’t think this was such a great idea.  He puts toys in front of her, and tries to show her how to move her legs to get to the toy.  I figured she is way too young to crawl, and she’s having a good time with his game, so no harm done.  Yesterday he made a break through, and I am going to have to find another game for him to play with her.

Stop It!

We have lived in Northern Nevada for 10 years now.  There have been years with lots of snow, and years with very little snow, but today they called an official snow day at the school.  The kids have been outside in the snow since 7:00am, that is following a large breakfast so you can imagine what time they were awake at.  They just came in and asked us to take them to a hill for sledding, it is 8:30 in the morning.  I told them to come in, dry off, warm up and we’d go later this afternoon.  It is supposed to snow all day long, so there will still be snow later on.  Often it snows, and the snow is melted by early afternoon, which is why they are probably desperate to go right now.  I assured them that there will be snow after lunch, and for now they need to come in and do some chores.  Does that qualify me as a scrooge Mom?  Chores on a snow day?  A few pictures from this morning:

Tonight was the Christmas concert at the school.  Anytime you have bunches of little kids singing songs, it’s bound to be a winner.

I am not much of a princess. I’m sure I have aspects of my personality that my husband would say are worthy of the title princess, but when it comes to clothes, hair, makeup, and all things girlie, I wouldn’t describe me as princess worthy.  Emma and Aubrey, for the most part, aren’t princesses either.  Aubrey likes to wear a cute dress, and they both like their hair done, and to have something nice to put on, but they aren’t demanding about what they wear.  Alyssa on the other hand is taking me down a very unfamiliar road, and I’m not sure I’m liking it.

Yesterday while trying to get Alyssa dressed I suggested that she put on a pair of jeans.  I got a turned up lip little high pitch grunt of disgust out of her.  Then she replied, “I AM NOT A BOY!” and “Jeans are for boys.”  I assured her that I was wearing jeans, Aubrey was wearing jeans, and that Emma had jeans on also, and that we were all girls.  I got another high pitched grunt of disgust, and she walked away and came back with a tutu covered in sequins.  “This is what princesses wear.”  “No” I said, so we compromised and she put on a pair of purple pants.  I used to think that princesses were created, not born, but I can assure you that I have not purchased more pink fluffy things for Alyssa then I did for my other girls.  We had a repeat this morning, so I said to her “go, dress like a princess, so I know what a princess looks like.”  This is what I got:

So she won today, I let her hang out just like this all day, and she was so happy.  I did suggest before we took Aubrey to school that she put on a little dress that matches those tights, and she complied.  I’m not sure what to do with this child.

Aubrey has a pair of jeans that she grew too tall for, but they were still in good shape.  She needed a new pair of jeans, so I fixed them up for her.  I think she likes them even better than before!