Archive | June, 2011

Yes day

27 Jun

We had a “Yes day” the other day. Because sometimes I get sick of saying “No”, “Not now”, “Maybe later” and “Sorry but the (highly attractive place) is closed”. So, when the Turtle asked to do activities we did them, as they popped into his head. It turns out that the things he wants to do aren’t entirely outlandish at all really and he has some better ideas than I do.

A day led by an almost 3 year old goes like this:

  • wake up and spend an hour in bed reading all of the Dr. Seuss books he can carry (coffee would have been nice! ahem)
  • have breakfast while talking to Granny on the phone (“I NEED to tell Granny about breffast”)
  • crafty shennanigans – I subscribed to the Thomas magazine for him and the one issue we have gotten had a “How to make a Bertie moneybox out of a cardboard box” thing in it. The Turtle has been asking me to make one with him for almost 2 weeks. I had been fobbing him off with the fact that we didn’t have a box, but on a “yes day” you make do with a little box  that is a bit unsuitable and carry on regardless. And your heart melts when you hear “Bertie! I’m so glad you’re here” at the end of what is a quite rigorous process.
  • he asked for his squirty bottle to be filled so he could drink it. Spray bottles from the Dollar store may be THE best thing ever, but that doesn’t stop you thinking about the 7,000,000 cups you have in the cupboard. Still, you give it a quick rinse and fill it up for him and send him outside with it. You even open your mouth when he insists you need a drink. Then you distract him by getting him to help you plant seeds in an egg carton. He gives the seeds a drink then wanders off to squirt the flowers.
  • lunch is hot dogs and spaghetti. You know, where you stick the spaghetti into the bits of hot dog, so they look like aliens or spiders or something. “Us is making craft food” (accompanied by a little dance).
  • “Let’s play Sea World Mammy” What? My mind boggles. It turns out playing Sea World involves nothing more than turning on the hose and running about screaming. Pretty cool. That boy can aim.
  • he brings all of the things he “needs” on a walk to the shop. Usually he can only bring one or two things because of space restrictions in the buggy. And he conks. Naps for over three hours.

The evening was spent having a family barbeque. Quality time and all that. “Stop cooking Daddy. I NEED to eat the shrimp NOW” had to be a no, because it wasn’t cooked.

Then we went to a local fair and he rode only on the rides he wanted to. And ate funnel cake.

All in all, a good day. Filled to the brim. A day that needs to be relived (in spirit) at least once a week.

Fathers

19 Jun

The Hubby often comments that he never sees other Fathers in parks or out and about (by themselves) with their kids. You’ll see mine. Because every now and then I’ll have a hissy fit and send them off together, so that I can hoover or wash the floor or fiddle faddle around on the internet. Honestly though, I think they would head off together regardless. They have a great time. And I am not there to interfere. Or be a Motherhood martyr. I’m not the only one who struggles with a curious boy in a public restroom. Ha! Sharing the misery is part of my job! But so is sharing the joy. And one of the best ways to do that is send them off together on adventures. My small boy lives for “ventures”.

Things may not be done the way I would do them, but where’s the harm? He might even do some things better than I do. (But don’t tell him that!) I know that when they’re off together, there is nothing that either of them would rather be doing.

So Father’s Day in this house was not about shiny expensive things, more about being together, showing the most important man in our lives, just how important and special he is. Because he is.

 

I’ve learned

18 Jun
  • I am not cut out for working AND looking after a small child. We spent the past week at a Vacation Bible School, me volunteering, him jumping around like a mad lunatic, and just the logistics of getting us out the door in the morning almost drove me to drink. Well, they drove me to not drink because I was afraid that if I started I might never stop.
  • No help is better than people standing around chatting, while you try to desperately wrangle 10 toddlers, keep the peace and change diapers.
  • 3 hours is a long time.
  • People stress out about weird things.
  • The words “You’re a natural mother” can sound a bit insulting when they come from the people who have been standing around watching as you desperately tried to avoid bloodshed all week.
  • Taking small boys to new places by yourself is a bit stressful. I don’t know how single parents do it. Usually if I take him somewhere it’s somewhere we have been before, so I know all of the dangers/hiding spots/pitfalls. Seaworld and San Diego zoo, on the other hand, well. You end up shouting “stop” a fair bit. And come home with a $22 towel.
  • When a small boy is exhausted he WILL sleep in his own bed for the ENTIRE night.
  • When a small boy sleeps in his own bed all night you HAVE to go and check if he’s alright in the morning.
  • Grand crafting designs take an inordinate amount of time. And involve a lot of mess. And make you dread opening the door to the craft room. So nothing gets done.
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