May the Force be with you

We went to my nephew's birthday party on Saturday. They had a Jedi Master come and train the younglings to be Padawans. He put them through a few "tests" and then passed out rings to each child. (They were a ring of sheet metal with a smiley face cut out of them -- cute, but I worry about the lead thing....) The kids loved the rings (of course -- they always do when you're hesitant about its safety) and Sierra kept telling us how it was given to her by the "Zedi guy!"

And now, I'm sure you're all anxiously awaiting the cake photo. And here it is:


If I had more patience with the details, it could be better, but I think it turned out pretty ok. The kids loved it and they all wanted a piece of the "head."

Out of the mouths of babes...

The other night Owen was trying to tell his dad about his new dinosaur pajamas. Or pajamas with dinosaurs. Or should I say bajamas (that's how Owen pronounces it.) He said "Bajinasaur."

Say it out loud.

Funny email

My husband's been travelling a bit lately. Here's some email he sent to the kids:

"Dear Owen,
Thank you for the heart. Go use the potty. It reminds me of how sweat and special you are. Go use the potty! I’m very proud of how smart and kind you are. I wish you would try harder to communicate with mommy and me. Go use the potty!
Love,
Daddy
P.S. Go use the potty."

"Dear Sierra,
I love you very much. Eat your lunch. You are fun to play with. Eat your dinner. I miss your giggle. Eat your lunch. Please try not to instigate too much trouble while I am away. Eat your dinner. You generally can’t get in trouble reading books. Mittens.
Love,
Daddy"

They get big so fast!

10 signs that my kids are getting big too fast:

10. The next size clothes that I just bought for the summer really don't look as big on them as they should.
9. The youngest won't let me do anything for her anymore... and she's successful doing it all herself.
8. The youngest empties the sand out of her own shoes! (I just watched her do this!)
7. They fight over who's biggest: "I'm bigger!" "No, I'm bigger!"
6. The 4 1/2 year old is finally wearing underwear all day, every day. (I know, this isn't too fast, and he's not always successful, but I've got to celebrate that he's doing it anyway.)
5. We can go to a museum without a stroller (and find that it's easier without one!)
4. I let them play on the climber without having to really pay close attention anymore.
3. We can go out to eat as a family and actually have a pleasant dinner.
2. They play happily by themselves while I blog or do yard work. (woo hoo!)
1. The sandbox isn't big enough for both of them at the same time anymore!

I hate that my babies are growing up, but I love that we're going to be able to do more interesting things with them as time goes on!

Don't ask for it if you don't want it!

I generally make my kids whatever they want for lunch. At dinnertime, they get what I make for the family, but at lunch time, I do the short order cook thing (to a degree) just to, I don't know, make sure they eat something reasonable that they like each day. So today, one of the things we offered to Owen was a hot dog. He said he didn't want a hot dog, but he did want a hot dog bun. We told him he had to have something more substantial, i.e. with protein, than just a bun! (I don't know why, but he loves hot dog buns better than any other bread.) So then, after some deliberation, he requested peanut butter, jelly, and banana on a hot dog bun. Not something we've done before, but ok, that sounds good! He proceeded to eat the top part of the bun by picking bits off of it. Turns out, requesting his complicated sandwich was his way of getting the bun we had previously refused. I'm often a sucker for giving in to the kids on food issues, but today, I stood my ground. I told him no snacks until he ate the sandwich that he requested. At snack time, he begged and begged for a snack. I pointed to massacred sandwich on the table. This went on for a while, until he started misbehaving in other ways as retribution. So I sent him to his room until he was willing to eat his sandwich without complaint. He proceeded to fall asleep until dinner. Ok, so once dinner time, he already missed his snack, spent the afternoon in his room, punishment over. I made the kids "Kid Cuisines" for dinner, which they love. He picked at his and then requested something else, perhaps snack-like? No way, if you're hungry, eat the dinner I made. Initially, he decided he was done and went off to play, but slowly, he kept coming back for more and eventually ate all the whole dinner! Who knew, if I held my ground, he would eventually eat?

So, at bedtime, as I was tucking him in, in a fun way, I told him tomorrow he should ask for something he really wants to eat for lunch (and smiled.) He laughed!

Dry day

Yea! We had our first dry day in probably a week. I realized yesterday that in the last load of laundry I did for Owen there were 9 pairs of pants and 4 shirts. Doesn't sound too bad until you add in the (at least) 3 pairs of pants I washed separately because they were part of pooping incidents! So, if you do the math, that's an average of 3 pairs of pants per day. Ugh! But I think the new strategy might be starting to sink in. We went to the mall today, straight from school, so we were out of the house all day. I brought three extra sets of clothes, just in case. (I didn't tell Owen that -- I didn't want him to know that I expected him to fail.) But, this evening, I put all three sets back in his dresser drawers!

Not a good start to my day

Arrgh! My 4 1/2 year old son is choosing not to use the potty. It's frustrating! It's aggravating! It's making me depressed. We've been trying the reward system. And as he's dug his heels in, the rewards keep getting bigger. (His dad has a knack for offering stuff like trips to the museum or new stuff to put on his playset before I have a chance to weigh in.) I now believe that he's figured out the system. He regresses and the rewards get bigger. He succeeds and gets great rewards. The offers decline. He regresses and gets great offers. And on, and on. Ugh! Plus, I feel that by offering such great rewards we've sent the message that this is really important to us and that gives him power. A lot of power... that he is wielding.

My last declaration to him is: No more rewards! Not until he's done potty training and does it every time, all the time! And the 2-wheel bike he got last year for pooping on the potty for the first time? It stays in the basement until he goes back to pooping on the potty every time!

I know some of you are reading this and thinking that we're crazy and going about this all wrong, but we just don't know what else to do. Any suggestions?