Yesterday, Monster received a letter in the mail from the Police Dept. Monster was super excited! They also sent a Christmas tree ornament, which he wanted to keep in his room and not hang on the tree.
My Dear Daughter,
You most definitely do not make life boring. When I found out you were a girl, I was hoping you would not just be one of those little girls who is just a lump and sits around and does nothing. I most certainly got my wish. You are far, far from that. That also makes you extremely head strong. Daddy told me yesterday that he thinks your hair is turning red, you're so head strong. I let him know that it was probably just the paint you decided to use on your room while no one was looking.
Just so you and I are clear, let's just recap the past two days...only two. Monday, you refused to eat your breakfast until I had to threaten that you would not go to music class until you ate. Right after that, you pitched a fit about what Mommy had picked out for you to wear. You threw yourself down on the ground and kicked and screamed and then took the clothes off that Mommy put on you and you got your own clothes. Then, you hid and pooped your pants. When we were getting all cleaned up, you pitched another fit about not being able to wear the same underwear that you had just pooped in. Sorry, I refuse to put poopy underwear back on you. It was then time to walk Monster to school. You wouldn't hold a hand. His or mine, even crossing the street, so I had to grab your arm to hold on. Guess what...you pitched a fit (surprise, surprise). After getting home, you whined and cried to go to music, but we had about an hour before we had to go. So, you just whined and cried for an hour. At music, you were much happier, until you started acting up. You refused to participate. I removed you from class. Told you if you weren't going to listen, we were going to leave. Guess you didn't believe me. We went back into class and you decided that hitting your friend with sticks was a good idea and then chose not to come and sit by me. So, I picked you up and we left. Boy you weren't happy. You really didn't think I'd make you leave. You screamed so much that I'm sure you were heard throughout the city. When we got home, you cried to go to bed. I told you that you could have a little rest, but we had to pick up your brother from school. You then pitched a fit for a binky. I didn't give it to you because it was not naptime. You then cried until it was time to pick up your brother. For that 20 minutes, you were happy. But then we got home. You cried for lunch. I gave you lunch. Then, you cried to eat my lunch and not yours. After you were done eating, I put you down for a much needed nap. You played. It took you about an hour and a half to finally fall asleep. Unfortunately for you and me, I then needed to wake you up for swim lessons. I'll just summarize the car ride, you cried. We picked up your friend for lessons and then, you were happy. You remained happy and well behaved right up to the point of dropping your friend back off at her house. You then started crying again. Daddy had dinner ready when we got home. You refused to eat. Daddy took you up to your room and you promised him you would eat. You didn't. So, into the tub you went and then straight to bed...at 6:45.
Then there was yesterday. It started out with you crying that you would NOT going pee on the potty right after waking up. You then insisted that you wear your jammies for the day. Since we had nothing going on, I told you fine. You then insisted on getting dressed, but, again, not with what I had picked out. You didn't pitch a fit about it that time, you just got all new clothes while I was doing something with your brother and got dressed. Breakfast went surprisingly well. After breakfast you threw another fit about sitting on the potty to poop. You know what, you got on the potty and pooped. Mommy knows. The walk to drop Monster off went pretty much the same as the day before, except on the way home, you wanted me to carry you. Once home, you were happy because you knew Nana was coming over. That doesn't mean you didn't get into things you weren't supposed to though. You took the basket of markers and paint down. I wasn't too concerned because I was in the same room with you. Then, Nana came. You guys had a great time. I got ran an errand. When I got home, Nana and I started on another project. You were a great helper. I left again to pick your brother up from school. I got home to Nana apologizing. You had taken the paint that you had pulled down earlier up to your room and decided to paint, well, everything. The white carpet...blue. Your yellow chair....blue. Your dresser...blue. Your sheets and blankets....blue. Clothes from your hamper...blue. You....blue. I got things cleaned as much as I could and threw clothes in the wash. We then go out to lunch. Want to guess what you did? You cried. Once inside Chipotle, you decided to just yell at your brother for no reason (he was reading a book). Finally the food came and you were happy. You were happy right up to the point that we got back in the car. You threw a fit because you wanted to eat lunch when you got home. Honey, we just ate a huge lunch. We got home and you cried about having to go to bed. Nana put you to bed. You fell asleep pretty quickly and slept for a while. I had to wake you up so we could run to the store before dinner. When I came in to get you, you were wearing the clothes you had on before nap, minus socks but with two onesies over your shirt and red tights on over your pants. You were very proud of yourself. However, you don't like being woken up. After I got all the extra clothes off of you, you started crying. You didn't stop until we go to the grocery store. You were surprisingly good at the store. But then we got back into the car to go home. You wanted to sing "Yellow Submarine" but you only know "We all live in a yellow submarine", so you sang that over and over. Monster asked if I could sing the other words to the song and you flipped out. You began to scream at the top of your lungs that you didn't want anyone else to sing except you. I tried to explain that we could all sing, but you didn't seem to like that. You screamed the rest of the way home. When we got home, you calmed down and you and your brother played nicely together while I made dinner. I made sausage and pumpkin souffle, both of which you love. Well, you refused to eat. So, Daddy put you to bed....at 6:30.
Here's hoping today is better. Here's also hoping you are blessed with a daughter just like you (20+ years from now).
I've got the greatest friends. I know I've posted before on how fortunate I am to have the people that I do in my life, but I wanted to add a cute little story. Yesterday, a group of us had our secret gift exchange. The person who had me got me laundry detergent. Best. Gift. Ever! I didn't even put that on my list of "likes". She actually remembered from reading on of my posts and remembered it. That's what great friends do. They know what you really need, no matter what it is :)
Both of my kids have had the same swim teachers for several rounds of lessons now. This is rare. Normally, each round has a new teacher. So, today's card was to make notes to the swim teachers telling them thank you for helping them learn how to swim. Monster's decided to just write a note, no pictures or anything, but Sunshine wanted to make Miss "K" something special. Sunshine did this almost by herself. She chose the background color, glued all the of pieces on and, of course, did the hand print.
Sorry to be slacking on updating. This is such a busy time of year that I don't have the opportunity to get everything done that I want.
Alright, Day 11-- We made cookies for the police. Monster had a great time decorating cookies (and again, I forgot to take a picture). We decorated sugar cookies and then also made chocolate chip cookies. We then went to the local police station to drop them off. Monster was in awe. The dispatcher came out to get the cookies. She was dressed in a uniform, so Monster thought she was police officer, and I didn't want to try to explain the difference. She gave him a big hug, read the note he wrote ("Thank you for keeping us safe"), and let him know it was their pleasure to keep him safe. My little man who will talk to anyone, didn't say 2 words! We got back out to the car and he said, "That was so cool! I bet they will really like the cookies."
Day 12-- Our local grocery store has a place called KidzPark. It's where parents can drop kids off while they grocery shop. Monster loves it (Sunshine is still too young). So, we made crafts for KidzPark. We made mini Christmas trees and handprint reindeer. Monster did not like the reindeer craft, so we won't be doing that in the future.
Day 13-- Sunshine is in a music class. When thinking of ideas for the calendar, she came up with give apples to Mrs. "C". So, that's what we did. She also wanted to make a reindeer like her brother made for KidzPark and a finger painting picture.
Yesterday, a good friend of mine and I were discussing how our pasts made us who we are, and we're good with who we've become. So many times you hear people who wish they could change the past. Well, if you change the past, you wouldn't have the things in the present. Have I made mistakes? Oh, my yes! (and please, no comments here, Mom) But, I've learned from those mistakes and have become a stronger person. Was the learning process easy? No way. I failed miserably a lot of the time and repeated mistakes, but finally, I caught on. I decided I wasn't the person I wanted to be and I DID something about it. Instead of repeating my bad choices, I learned from them. Instead of blaming others, I accepted responsibility for my own decisions. Each day is a learning process. I make mistakes every day, but, I learn and I try to not make the same mistakes again.
It's so easy to blame others for not liking how your life is going. It's so easy to say you should've done something else and things would have been different. It's not easy to accept that you played a role in your own sorrow. There are days that I wish things were different, but then I look at all the wonderful things in my life and realize I wouldn't have those things now if things were different. I'm happy with me. I'm happy with the truly important things in my life. I keep growing every day and learning to become the person I want to be.
I'm fortunate. I know I've said that many times in here, but I can't express how truly blessed I am. My husband is the absolute best. Yes, he pisses me off at times, but, the other 99% of the time he's amazing. One of the greatest things about my husband is that he loves being a dad. He doesn't see it as an obligation or a chore, he sees it as a privilege.
Like everyone, I need a break from my job. I love my kids and I love staying home with them, but I need a break. So, on weekends, I'm off duty. This was not something I demanded or even asked for, this is all Husband knowing how important it is for me to recharge. On the weekends, he is happily on kid duty. He truly loves being with them, even when Monster is acting like a Monster and Sunshine isn't so sunny. What do I do? What needs to be done. This weekend, I shopped, did laundry, wrapped presents, started packing up things to be shipped, made crafts with Monster (see even though I'm "off duty" I don't ignore my kids), baked cookies, decorated cookies with Monster, enjoyed coffee at Barnes and Noble alone, and the 100 other things I can't think of, PLUS time to relax. Now, if I didn't have Husband there to be taking over, I would never have finished the shopping, gotten the gifts wrapped, gotten the laundry folded (it would have gotten washed, just not folded or put away), or time to relax.
Because I'm so fortunate, I really just don't understand people who are married to men who don't want to take responsibility for their kids. How difficult is it to "babysit" your own kids for 3 hours while your wife gets all the Christmas shopping done? And why should it be babysitting? Dads are supposed to be more than just sperm donors. Anyone can father a child, but to actively be involved is what being a PARENT is about. I don't understand why some women let their husbands shirk responsibility. However, I don't get it because I wouldn't tolerate a man who would do that. I'd last about 5 seconds in a relationship where I did all the work before his butt got kicked to the curb.
So, thank you, Husband for being awesome. For not only being my husband, but for being my partner in life and being a great Daddy.
For some reason this year, we don't have a lot of decorations up. So, the kids and I made a wreath for our door with their hands. This was very time consuming and I did 99% of the work. I traced each child's hand 8 times. Cut the hands out. Outlined the hands in dark green. Glued the hands together and attached a bow. Came out super cute, in my opinion.
Yesterday's card was simply telling our mail carrier thank you for all her hard work. She's really great and we really appreciate her. Even Puppy is OK with her. She was so happy with the note, she pulled in and thanked Monster and Sunshine and gave them suckers.
Today's card was to bake brownies for Daddy. Daddy works very hard for our family and deserves a special treat every now and then. Monster and I baked brownies and they came out of the oven just as Daddy was pulling into the driveway.
I forgot to take pictures. It happens.
Winter decorations were made today for the Birth Center at our local hospital. Found the best site that reminded me how to fold snowflakes.
It's funny how people are so skeptical of nice things. We took these to the hospital today. The nurse was so glad to receive them, but she kept asking if they were for a particular nurse or I just had a baby and that's why I was bringing them. I told her we just wanted to do something nice. She looked confused. Thankful, but confused.