I'm trying to work out just who is the boss in our family.
I have a horrible feeling it is the tantrums of a certain three year old boy.
There are some days that we dance around zac trying not to annoy him so that he doesn't explode into one of his world famous tantrums. Although thier frequency has reduced of late, thier intensity has NOT!
One of the things that makes it worse is that Tahlia is absolutely terrified of Zacs tantrums. She does whatever she can to placate him, which usually ends up with her being in trouble too. It turns into a huge disaster with one family member screaming and another two in tears.
Another thing that makes it worse is being in public, or worse, in the car. The "ignore and it will go away" school of thought just doesn't work in these situations. Not with Zac anyway, it did with Tahlia, she was a softie!
I think we're just going to have to wait out this joyfull stage, ignoring wherever possible, placating without it being obvious we are doing so, and praying alot. We must be doing something right I guess, at the beginning of the year we were on about 5 tantrums a day, now it's more like five a week.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
boys will be boys
Two very funny boy stories. The first one I actually read on another blog while i was randomly clicking the next blog button. Of course i forgot to actually write down the name of this blog. So if you recognise this story as your own, please let me know so that i can link it to your site, which was very good BTW.
A little boy was sitting in the bath playing with the family jewels. He looks up at his mother and asks "are these my brains", she replies, "no darling, not yet!"
I think this was actually a true story - i can certainly imagine it happening. The next incident happened this morning.
I had just got out of the shower and zac was doing his usuall - "I kissed your bottom" thing, he has a fascination with bottoms at the moment. Then he looks at me and says.
"can I see your wee wee mummy?" I reply that it's just there and point. He says "did you lose it?" HA HA HA
A little boy was sitting in the bath playing with the family jewels. He looks up at his mother and asks "are these my brains", she replies, "no darling, not yet!"
I think this was actually a true story - i can certainly imagine it happening. The next incident happened this morning.
I had just got out of the shower and zac was doing his usuall - "I kissed your bottom" thing, he has a fascination with bottoms at the moment. Then he looks at me and says.
"can I see your wee wee mummy?" I reply that it's just there and point. He says "did you lose it?" HA HA HA
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Sibling relationship
I am so proud of my kids. They have a really wonderful relationship as far as kids go.
Don't get me wrong, they spend a fair amount of time trying to injure each other, physically or emotionally, but a larger amount of time is spent being incredibly sweet to each other. A few illustrations.
Yesterday I took Zac shopping for a few things, he was not in the "shopping groove" so we stopped for a milkshake. The shop happened to be next to a florist, he looked over and said "I want to buy some flowers for Tahlia" How cute.
Most afternoons we have a fight over who will collect the mail. It seems to be some high status thing at our place? The last few days though, it has been very cute. Tahlia says - zac, you can collect the mail today, he replies, thats ok, you can get it, she says, no really, i want you to get it, he says, oh, thankyou very much tahli.
I've been unwell the last few weeks, and been having afternoon naps after Tahlia gets home from school. Usually this would be interupted every five minutes or so with requests or whinges or fights, but the last couple of naps have been really long. I wake up in a panic because the house is quiet, and have walked out to find the pair of them cuddling on the couch watcing tv.
They really do look out for each other and are very aware of things being fair between them. Too sweet. We must be really good parents!!!!!!
Don't get me wrong, they spend a fair amount of time trying to injure each other, physically or emotionally, but a larger amount of time is spent being incredibly sweet to each other. A few illustrations.
Yesterday I took Zac shopping for a few things, he was not in the "shopping groove" so we stopped for a milkshake. The shop happened to be next to a florist, he looked over and said "I want to buy some flowers for Tahlia" How cute.
Most afternoons we have a fight over who will collect the mail. It seems to be some high status thing at our place? The last few days though, it has been very cute. Tahlia says - zac, you can collect the mail today, he replies, thats ok, you can get it, she says, no really, i want you to get it, he says, oh, thankyou very much tahli.
I've been unwell the last few weeks, and been having afternoon naps after Tahlia gets home from school. Usually this would be interupted every five minutes or so with requests or whinges or fights, but the last couple of naps have been really long. I wake up in a panic because the house is quiet, and have walked out to find the pair of them cuddling on the couch watcing tv.
They really do look out for each other and are very aware of things being fair between them. Too sweet. We must be really good parents!!!!!!
Friday, May 4, 2007
canteen and other things we do for our kids
I recently had my second shift on the school canteen/tuckshop. It was something I dreaded for weeks. Why would i volunteer for a job that involves three of my least favourite activities - housework, cooking for kids, and retail?
There are three answers to this question.
One is Mother Guilt. I am not a decent mother if I don't do all those little things that mothers "should" do.
Two is pure selfishness, yes, it's true. I get a little buzz out of knowing that i am doing something that only a few others do. I am making a difference at the school. I am involved, making a sacrifice....
Third is that i love my daughter too much not to do it. When she heard there was a vacancy at the canteen, she was SO excited. I simply had to fill it. She gets a thrill everytime I'm on canteen, and for that day I am the perfect mother, i even buy food for her friends.
This third reason should be the most important I suppose, but for me, i have to admit, number one comes in first. I really should do something about that.
There are three answers to this question.
One is Mother Guilt. I am not a decent mother if I don't do all those little things that mothers "should" do.
Two is pure selfishness, yes, it's true. I get a little buzz out of knowing that i am doing something that only a few others do. I am making a difference at the school. I am involved, making a sacrifice....
Third is that i love my daughter too much not to do it. When she heard there was a vacancy at the canteen, she was SO excited. I simply had to fill it. She gets a thrill everytime I'm on canteen, and for that day I am the perfect mother, i even buy food for her friends.
This third reason should be the most important I suppose, but for me, i have to admit, number one comes in first. I really should do something about that.
Vomit
Charming topic i know, but it's something i feel the need to record for posterity.
My kids have very different reactions to vomit, and i find it quite funny. Not at the actuall vomiting moment mind you, but in a "you'll look back on this and laugh" kind of way. This has come to mind because both of the kids threw up in the last week.
First Tahlia. She is TOTALLY vomit phobic, to an irritating level. In her defense, her vomiting experiences started badly with a traumatic stay in hospital at 10 months due to severe gastro - quite scary. But now, all you have to do is tell her you feel slightly ill and she turns pale and runs a mile (this is valuable information!) When she herself throws up she gets very upset and carries a bucket around for the next three days just incase, and eats dry biscuits for the duration. If someone else throws up in her vicinity (like say - a car sick brother on a long trip!) she gets equally upset, and stays a good 10 metres away from the victim for days. When contained in the same area (like say a car) things do not go well and constant assurance and a lot of fresh air are needed!
Zac on the other hand is quite fascinated by the whole thing. He doesn't like throwing up of course, but he quite likes to inspect the offering afterwards. And if another member of the family should have the unfortunate experience of a bout of gastro, (quite a common occurence in our household due to a genetic predisposition) he will follow said sufferer to the bathroom, squat down and watch with great enthusiasm the entire process. Hilarious in hindsight, not so funny at the time.
so now you see why i had to relate my fun vomit stories. As a final note the ever inquisitive and rather insistent Zac would like to type something - so here is something from the mind of 3 year old zac
zxccvcvbngaasne'u
]yup[[[[\]shj.hgjgwgggyjkz
My kids have very different reactions to vomit, and i find it quite funny. Not at the actuall vomiting moment mind you, but in a "you'll look back on this and laugh" kind of way. This has come to mind because both of the kids threw up in the last week.
First Tahlia. She is TOTALLY vomit phobic, to an irritating level. In her defense, her vomiting experiences started badly with a traumatic stay in hospital at 10 months due to severe gastro - quite scary. But now, all you have to do is tell her you feel slightly ill and she turns pale and runs a mile (this is valuable information!) When she herself throws up she gets very upset and carries a bucket around for the next three days just incase, and eats dry biscuits for the duration. If someone else throws up in her vicinity (like say - a car sick brother on a long trip!) she gets equally upset, and stays a good 10 metres away from the victim for days. When contained in the same area (like say a car) things do not go well and constant assurance and a lot of fresh air are needed!
Zac on the other hand is quite fascinated by the whole thing. He doesn't like throwing up of course, but he quite likes to inspect the offering afterwards. And if another member of the family should have the unfortunate experience of a bout of gastro, (quite a common occurence in our household due to a genetic predisposition) he will follow said sufferer to the bathroom, squat down and watch with great enthusiasm the entire process. Hilarious in hindsight, not so funny at the time.
so now you see why i had to relate my fun vomit stories. As a final note the ever inquisitive and rather insistent Zac would like to type something - so here is something from the mind of 3 year old zac
zxccvcvbngaasne'u
]yup[[[[\]shj.hgjgwgggyjkz
names
ok, I'm not sure about you, but I'm heartily sick of this whole miss t master z thing. My kids have names. I started out not using them because of my slightly paranoid mother, when i told her about this blogging thing she said - you don't have to use your real name do you?? Well, i really don't think having my kids names on this blog is really going to hurt - do you? If you are a strange and disturbed person that somehow knows how to do me wrong because i used my kids real names on the internet - please don't, i don't need to be giving my mother another chance to be right!
ok, so the picking of childrens names is frought with danger - will they have bad nicknames, bad initials, too common, too difficult to spell etc. I also wanted names that had nice meanings, preferably hebrew due to our religion. So this is what we came up with - Tahlia, and Zachary.
Tahlia has no middle name, same as me and my mum, and Zac has his dad's middle name, same as my brother and my husband. We like tradition. So there it is, i get to use thier names from now on. YAY
ok, so the picking of childrens names is frought with danger - will they have bad nicknames, bad initials, too common, too difficult to spell etc. I also wanted names that had nice meanings, preferably hebrew due to our religion. So this is what we came up with - Tahlia, and Zachary.
Tahlia has no middle name, same as me and my mum, and Zac has his dad's middle name, same as my brother and my husband. We like tradition. So there it is, i get to use thier names from now on. YAY
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Grandma's Birthday
Well, today is Grandma's birthday, so at 7.45 I grabbed the kids, told miss t the phone number and off we went.
At this stage I had just got out of the shower, and the plan was for them to stay in the bedroom while i got dressed so I could eavesdrop, however she grabbed the phone, dialed, and ran out of the room.
I got dressed as quickly as i could, but by the time i found them, she was on the computer, and master z was standing there staring at the computer holding the phone in his hand. I grabbed it.
Luckily Grandma was still on the phone, although she had used her office line to ring my mobile to tell me to hang up the phone!
She told me what Miss T had said - Grandma asked if miss t knew how old she was and T answered!
no, but i know it's a big number!
oops, a few lessons on diplomacy needed here!
At this stage I had just got out of the shower, and the plan was for them to stay in the bedroom while i got dressed so I could eavesdrop, however she grabbed the phone, dialed, and ran out of the room.
I got dressed as quickly as i could, but by the time i found them, she was on the computer, and master z was standing there staring at the computer holding the phone in his hand. I grabbed it.
Luckily Grandma was still on the phone, although she had used her office line to ring my mobile to tell me to hang up the phone!
She told me what Miss T had said - Grandma asked if miss t knew how old she was and T answered!
no, but i know it's a big number!
oops, a few lessons on diplomacy needed here!
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