Category Archives: Life with 2 kids

Boulevard of Broken Promises

Does this sound familiar, below the scene, act one, plays out around August 1, 2010:

“Honey, did you call your mom and talk to her about Thanksgiving?”

Honey: “I didn’t get around to it. I’ll do it later.”

Fast forward another few weeks:

“Hey, did you talk to your mother yet? An email, a phone call, courier pigeon? Smoke Signals?”

Husband “Oh, right. I forgot. I’ll do it this week.”

Fast forward to Halloween:

“DID YOU CALL YOUR MOTHER YET? THANKSGIVING IS IN THREE WEEKS. IF YOU DON’T CALL I AM GOING TO (insert any threat you can think of)

Husband “It’s still so far off. I’ll get to it, relax.”

Do you think I’m secretly live-streaming your own household conversations on the web? Right? Is this not eerily familiar? Is it me or do husbands FAIL miserably when it comes to communicating with their  mothers. Right?

Do I hear an “oh hell yes” echoing from the masses? I’m sure I do.

With all the lists of things to do that come with the holidays (and really any other time of year), let’s never forget to add “call your mother-in-law” to that list because no matter how many times you ask, how many times you plead, how many times your bark, bitch and threaten, they don’t call their mothers.

We can talk about the second shift, gripe about how much we do around the house, all the laundry, but what the professionals never add to that list is calling the in-laws. This is just more work and it inevitably falls on us. Sure, I”m sure there’s some miracle husband out there who calls his mother regularly and when August rolls around starts thinking ahead to the holidays and how family time will be split, and bites the bullet and calls his parents to discuss when the family is coming to town, directly answers any difficult questions and certainly never deflects or says “I’ll talk to Susie about it” (so then when the answer he knows is the right one comes out, Susie looks like the bad guy and not him) but I don’t know him. Do you know him? Are you  married to him? Can he start teaching lessons to my husband? I’ll pay. Whatever that amount is, I”ll pay. But only if his teachings deliver tangible results, not empty promises.

We all like to talk about how husbands taking initiative around the house is a turn-on and is better than a little robin’s egg blue box under the tree….but do you think they realize how much more this is true when it comes to clearly communicating with his own parents? For the love of GOD. And ESPECIALLY around the holidays when we have more parties, more gifts, more planning, more errands, more baking, more of EVERYTHING to do, we would really love to not have to handle managing the logistics of both sides of the family and fielding difficult questions being asked by someone else’s mom.

So honey, for Thanksgiving, for Christmas, for Hanukkah, guess what – call your MOTHER and make some plans yourself!

Dog Days

Though the media would have you believe we’re like 2 days into our second heat wave of the summer, the rest of us living it  realize that we’re like 8 weeks into a perpetual, ongoing, never-ending, horrendous, humid-suffocating summer. Each day I think it’s got to break and each day it doesn’t….and suddenly I’m realizing….I have bad hair, a bad attitude and cranky kids acting like this.

Is it winter, minus the bad hair part? Oh and the heat. Because I sure am feeling the similarities…..we are stuck inside because the weather is too horrible to go outside, we are getting sick of indoor activities, and we are getting really CRANKY.

I’ve also decided my blog is aptly anticonvulsant named…not because I’m all hip and tech savvy and cool but because my hair has looked like a lion’s mane every day since Memorial Day.

But not a brave roaring lion queen.or a sexy pool goddess…instead I look like this.

Is that hot?

I didn’t think so.

Am I alone in longing for fall? The crisp mornings, the warm afternoons, the cords, the fabulous fall sweaters, I’d even happily rake  leaves right now if it were only October. I am beyond living in the moment, I am officially over summer 2010.

I am certain that come Fall 2010, my hair will look like this and my children will be seen acting only like this.
Are you with me?

Loose standards…..disposable rules….that’s me.

“Oh, I just give him a lollipop,” said my friend a while ago, when talking about her second child – still arguably a baby at the time – in response to getting through the murky part of navigating opposing schedules for the kids in the afternoon.

BRILLIANT I thought! I don’t recall how old DD2 was at the time, I do recall wondering if she had enough teeth for a lollipop yet….but I didn’t care….I was about to find out. Can’t speak yet? Still cutting teeth? Can’t navigate stairs independently? Here’s a lollipop…now stop crying and try not to choke, kid.

My how far the mighty have fallen.

It’s true, I didn’t resort to pouring juice into her bottles but I didn’t wait too long to hand DD2 a juice box. Lord knows I was quick to give her a cupcake…so much for the rite of passage that is the first birthday party when the baby delights in the sweetness of the cupcake for the first bite. I’m thinking DD2 had her first cupcake by 4 months or so. By her first birthday, cupcakes had almost lost their luster.  She practically yawned when we placed the lit cake in front of her.

I mean – DD1 might have been almost 3 before she had her first lollipop. I”m sure I judged others. She was probably over 2 before she had her first juice box. And she definitely had her first cake on her first birthday unless my mom slipped her some on other occasions (which I’m sure she did).

So what does it say about my parenting that I toss these restrictions to the wind so freely with the second? What happens by the time third and fourth children come around? They get tattoos by 8 months and light up like that Indonesian baby?

The truth is, I do have some experience with the lax standards of parenting and rules because I’m the second in the lineup of four kids. My dad was surprised and amused recently when I reminded him that me and my older sister were not allowed to watch “Three’s Company” because two women lived with a….GASP….MAN.

My mother would wax on about the horror of such loose women and how good girls don’t do that. I can remember this vividly. Naturally it only made us want to watch the show more but we were stuck with “Gilligan’s Island.”

Should I remind her now that my two youngest sisters “lived in sin” with their lovers before marrying them?
My older sister wasn’t allowed to wear a strapless gown to the prom. She is still fired up about this. Who knows, maybe my youngest sister was allowed out in a thong and a bra.  But I know the youngest two went out in strapless gowns. Honestly, I think even I went out in a strapless gown to the prom…so they surrendered pretty quickly on that.  But see, as a kid, you are enraged by the injustices of inconsistent parenting and how the younger ones get away with everything.

As a parent, it’s just surviving the day, right?  Again, the rules are changing now, to suit me. I’m seeing a pattern.

It’s remarkable really. How judgmental and overly confident we are about parenting and rules until we become parents. Then we find the gray areas…then we have more kids and well…….we sorta toss caution to the wind and shove whatever we can find into their hands to find peace and quiet.

Who knows, if I ever have a third, maybe I’d just offer the newborn a lollipop instead of a passie. That could save one battle further down the road and just get us started off on the right foot…..

Wanna play?? Not Really.

Playing with my kids vs. them playing and me just being around is an ongoing gray area for me as a parent. And this line has been exacerbated since I’ve been home full-time because, well, I spend more time with them. I’ve never been the kind of parent who shepherds my kids from one activity to the next. First, that is way too expensive. Second, I think it’s unhealthy. I think it sends them the message that they can’t be happy or entertained unless they are anywhere but home. And I think it sends the message that I don’t want to play with them. I’d rather pay someone else to do it. And most importantly, we all know that kids learn the most through play, so what’s wrong with just staying home and playing.

Now, also don’t get me wrong. DD1 goes to soccer, she’s going to soon start swimming lessons, we take occasional classes at the zoo or holiday themed classes through the county. But I think it’s really important to balance it with lots of time to just chill out at home.

So how do we spend that time chilling out at home? Here’s where I am constantly struggling. I like to play, sometimes. I like to play outside, I like to kick the ball around with them, push them on the swings, play hide-n-seek. I like to read stories, color, have dance parties or play board games. I don’t really like playing with Little People, I won’t allow Barbies in my house for as long as I can get away with it, I can’t fit in the princess gear for dress-up,  and I really hate dressing dolls. I’m sure a shadow of my former self used to love these things. But I just don’t anymore. So there’s that line again. That line between wanting to engage my kids and wanting them to just do it themselves. And clearly it’s not just because I want them to be independent. It’s also because sometimes I just don’t want to participate. Is anyone else with me here?

Finding that line between being involved and interested but also encouraging independence is not easy for me.  I think it also depends on the child. I marvel over parents who tell me about how their 2-year-old plays independently. My 4.5 year old not long ago reached the point where she’d play independently but prior to that, it was like pulling teeth. And now she lasers in on my weak moments. She deliberately picks the times when her younger and physically insane sister is awake, to then ask and beg me to read her the 50 page Aristocats book her Grandma sent her home with. We all know I can’t sit down on the sofa and read a 50 page story with a 17  month-old roaming aimlessly around the house searching only for Chlorox to swallow, steep stairs to jump off or toilets to stuff with her dad’s current Journal of Accountancy (though I’d pick that one over my In Touch as well).

So, I read this guest entry in the Motherlode blog, with much interest. I’m not sure what I am looking for. I don’t really care about scientific studies or data that shows the impact of certain kinds of play on kids because it just confuses me or causes me to start second guessing. Do I really need to be wasting my time taking note of how many hours per week I spend playing with vs. playing next too my kids? No. Plus who has the time. I think I enjoyed the piece because it just affirmed what I’m doing and how I’m feeling.

Maybe some people are loathe to admit they don’t love to play, or they don’t love certain kinds of play. I’m not that person. We all can’t love all things that our children do. I suppose then we’d just be creating self-involved monsters.

Bottom line, as I struggle to do my own thing and encourage independent play, I’m glad to know I’m not alone.