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Thursday, 18 September 2008

I think 3 year old's are preparation for teenage years. Moods can turn on a dime. It's amazing to watch.
The 3 year old was in a good mood this morning. My husband dresses him, while I dress the 14 month old. We usually sing a couple of songs as we do so, but we've been slacking lately.
This morning, on the way to daycare, the older boy wanted to sing some songs. He requested the Meadow Song, but I don't know that one. The more he talked about it, the harder it was to keep a straight face. He talked about bunnies and cages and how the meadow needs to stay away from the bunnies. Then, he got a little meaner and mentioned whipping the bunnies, but I told him that's not nice. After 15 minutes of intense thought, the only thing I could come up with is Peter Rabbit, but that's not a song. I asked his teacher at school, but she didn't know it, either. She said she would ask the afternoon teacher.
He also sang the "Larry Boy" song (also known as the "Hairbrush Song," from VeggieTales). I do believe it was one of the cutest things I've ever heard. It would be a popular YouTube Video.
The 14 month old was being very cute last night, as well, As I was dressing him after bathtime, he pointed to my husband and kept saying, "da-da-da-da." It's a little hard because he will probably call us Mommy and Daddy; I mean, we've rasied him from birth.
His brother is a different story, though. As the baby was doing that, the 3 year old said, "That's not Daddy. Daddy's at work." I tried to explain to him that we are Momma *name* and Daddy *name,* explaining how special he is to have two mommies and daddies.
I don't think he fully understood, but it was worth a shot.

Tuesday, 16 September 2008

I knew it had been a while since I had blogged on here, but I didn't realize it had been that long.
A lot has happened since, obviously, but I'm tired and ready for bed (it's only 9 p.m.).
The 13 1/2 month old finally said his first distinguishable word. I was so proud, I considered calling the speech therapist to brag, despite the fact that it was Sunday.
I also jokingly brag that he's so advanced, his first word was actually two: thank you.
I guess it's only fair to update on the 3 year old, as well. I had him wearing underwear in daycare because he knows how to use the potty but often chooses not to due to laziness or distractions or whatever.
Well, he was having multiple "accidents" a day, and the ammonia smell of urine started getting to me. Even his shoes would be wet with pee. I finally surrendered and went back to pull-ups. The rebel in me didn't want to give in 100%, though. I pack both underwear and diapers in his bag every morning. I'm sure he'll catch on eventually. I don't want to spoil him to diapers, but at the same time, I have heard there can be negative effects of "rushing" a child too soon.
That's enough for now. G'nite, everyone!

Wednesday, 20 August 2008

Quote Worthy

This afternoon, when I went to pick up the kids from daycare, the three-year-old's teacher told me he might have a small scratch or bruise on his side. He was climbing on the table, and when she told him to get down, he slid off and kinda slipped.
I looked to my child and asked, "Why were you climbing on the table?"
He looked at me, completely serious, and said, "The dinosaurs were chasing me."

Monday, 18 August 2008

Yuck

Last Monday, the one-year-old had his first speech therapy session. I think it went pretty well. Afterwards, I started getting him and his brother ready for daycare.
The one-year-old never made it to daycare. He spit up a little bit as I was trying to get him to the car. I didn't think much of it because he had been very active. Five minutes from the house, he vomits all over himself and the carseat. In less than an hour, he vomited another three times. Milk never smells good when it comes back, but out of a baby with a 101* fever, it curdles and smells even worse.
I took him to the doctor that afternoon (he already had an apt. for his 12 month check-up). I had only given him water since his earlier episodes, but as I was checking him in at the window, he felt the need to prove him and vomited water all over the floor, myself, and himself. Guess you can't argue that he's sick, right?
It wound up being the stomach bug. He didn't give anything else up after that, and he was better by the next day.
I thought we were all clear. I had used Germ-X and Lysol on EVERYTHING and vowed that no one else would get sick.
Saturday morning, I woke in a fairly good mood and decided to make breakfast. I got up with the young one, while the older boy and my husband slept in a bit later. I was in the midst of making pancakes when the three-year-old came to me and said, "I choked." This is his way of saying that he threw up. I looked and it was just a bit of spit. It looked like he had literally choked on a small piece of food or that it hadn't gone down the right way. I cleaned it up and kept cooking. Not too much longer, he told me again. This time, it was more serious.
We've been through the stomach virus multiple times in this household. Last New Year's, we were all asleep around 9 p.m. because we all had it. I know all about the BRAT diet, Pedialyte, etc...
I used the younger boy's medicine on the older one. He still vomited. So, four hours later, he got more medicine. I had to go into work for the afternoon, but my husband said he slept most of the day.
He was still complaining that he was sick Sunday morning, but he hadn't vomited since 2 p.m. Saturday, so I knew he was fine.
The joys of parenthood, right?

Tuesday, 12 August 2008

Outrageous!!!

My kids go to a very popular, "name brand" daycare. They have to attend one that is approved through the state because they are the ones paying for it (since the boys are still technically custody of the state).
Last fall, I switched them over to this daycare because I was displeased with the other one. The three-year-old (then two) got bit way too often, and the director took a very indirect, careless attitude about it.
This daycare seemed to be better. Both boys have made friends and seem to enjoy it.
However...
There have been instances that have upset me. For example, when the oldest boy mysteriously lost a shoe and no one could seem to find it. A teacher finally found it outside on the playground. They had gone out that morning, but it rained during the afternoon, and the shoe was soaked. There have also been multiple occasions when I've gone to pick him up and his shoelaces are out of his shoes. Why are they unlaced? Why didn't the teacher relace them? Or, a few times, I have picked him up in only a shirt and diaper because they said they didn't have any spare pants for him. What? I put some in his backpack. They didn't look there.
Maybe I'm rambling. Let me get to the point.
Today, I went to pick up the kids, and the three-year-old was running around in his sock feet. The daycare is tiled, so this is kind of a safety issue. His shoes were on the side of the room, up against the wall, without any laces. The laces were on top of the bookcase. The teacher in the room had just taken over shift, so she couldn't give me any answers. I was frustrated, but it wasn't the end of the world. I can relace his shoes. It's just annoying.
When we got home, he started playing, and I noticed the seat of his pants was wet. Again, not a big deal. It rained today; he could have sat in something; there are many possibilities. When I went to change his pants, I discovered he had NO underwear or pull-up on. The child had peed all over himself. Why was he not wearing a diaper?
I called the daycare. I talked to the director. She said his main teacher had gone home for the day, and she would talk to her about it tomorrow. She mentioned that they are short-staffed, and it's been a hard week.
I understand the situation, but these are children we're talking about here. They are human beings that require attention and having their basic needs met.
I'm tempted to report them to the state board.
Am I out of line here?