Things My Kids Do to Keep Me from Selling Them to Gypsies*

Sep 25, 2014 by

Kids, man. So difficult, so frustrating, so infuriating while simultaneously (or darn near it) so adorable, so kind, so forgiving, so loving. How do they do that??

My kids are experts. And please don’t think I’m bragging. I can assure you that I am not. I wish they failed horribly at this, but they are smooth criminals, people.

This morning, for example. It was a pretty typical school day morning. Nobody’s listening, everyone’s whining, sisters are fighting, doors are slamming… nobody has gone potty or brushed her teeth and everyone is crying and CALGON TAKE ME AWAY.

All of a sudden, Olivia’s attitude flips like a switch. She saunters over to me, sits down on the floor (next to me, because I’m pinning Audrey down while trying to secure her sneaker without breaking her flailing little foot), takes my hand and Audrey’s hand (bold move, sister.). She then says, quietly, “Mommy, you don’t like it when I yell. It makes you mad. I don’t like it when you yell. It makes me sad and it makes Audrey cry and it makes you and Daddy fight. We should all try very hard to be gentle.”

Good grief, guys!

Sep 8, 2014 by

Thank you so much for all of the kind and supportive comments regarding my difficult school journey with Audrey. I received so much love via Facebook, email, text and in person, I can’t even tell you! My cup, you guys. It runneth over.

This is the stuff. This is what they mean when they say “it takes a village,” you know? It wasn’t easy for me to admit how low I felt, but I should not have doubted for a second. There is so much good out there. It’s easy to get bogged down in the day-to-day and slip into the suffocating feeling of loneliness. I know; believe me.

Who doesn’t love a random card from one of your oldest friends? In the mail! Like the olden days before email!!!

It’s just a phase, right?

Sep 4, 2014 by

Please say yes even if you’re lying. Please say yes even if you’re judging me.

Last night after I got home from picking my kids up from aftercare at school, I sat in my minivan and cried. So defeated. So embarrassed. So ashamed. So… sad.

Audrey’s behavior at school drop off and pick up has been deteriorating day by day and last night’s pick up was some of the best work I’ve seen from her – which is saying something.

Granted, it’s a huge transition for her. She only turned three in May and she’s gone from a small child care center where she’s been since age 16 weeks full of familiar and trusted faces to a large elementary school with nearly zero familiar faces. She’s in a new classroom with new teachers, new friends, new rules, new structure. It’s been very difficult for her. I just… I didn’t expect it to be this difficult.

The Realist

Aug 28, 2014 by

My girls (like many of your kids) started school yesterday. Olivia in kindergarten and Audrey in pre-k 3. Like many of you, I am in shock and disbelief that this is happening and that they are old enough to be in a real school learning real things and personing around like real persons.

First day of school!

As my husband and I walked the girls to the front entrance of their new school, we were greeted by smiling teachers, music and a giant wolf. Yes, Sonar, the mascot from the Hartford Wolf Pack was on hand to help welcome the students to a brand new school year.

Image courtesy of Hartford Wolf Pack

Our conversation went a little like this:

Audrey: Why is there a wolf here?
Me: He’s happy! He’s a friendly wolf here to welcome you!
Audrey: You didn’t tell me there would be a wolf.
Me: I didn’t know.
Audrey: I’m not talking to that wolf.
Olivia: {eye roll}

Wait, it’s over?

Aug 14, 2014 by

Okay, so I know that summer technically isn’t over until some date I’m not bothering to Google, but for me, it ends when school starts. And that date is less than two weeks away.

It feels like this one’s absolutely flown by and we haven’t gotten to do a million things I planned for us. (In my head. Nobody else even knew about these plans. Gotta work on communication skills. THAT WAS ON THE LIST.) We didn’t go to a splash pad even one time. We never made it to the zoo. Never made it out to my friend’s lake cottage, too few playdates, too few grown up get togethers. I didn’t read as much as I wanted, I didn’t plant or tend to a lovely garden. BOO.

But, then I think about what we did do this summer and whoa.

  • Olivia had her first dance recital

    photo credit: S. Wright

    photo credit: S. Wright

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