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Lessons from Toddlers: Getting What You Want in Life

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“Mommy, tickle me!  No, not my tummy, tickle my back.  Tickle faster!  Now tickle sloooow.”  *Toddler giggles ensue*. Does this sound familiar to anyone?  Do you ever notice how toddlers seem to get everything they want?  I mean, assuming it’s safe, reasonable, and not too costly?

Do you ever notice how toddlers seem to get everything they want?

Now what about this scenario:  “Hey, girlfriend, I’m going out with my friends.  Is that cool?”  “Sure, boyfriend.  I don’t care.  Do whatever you want.”  *Angry seething ensues*. Has anyone also been there?

The second scenario was teenage me.  I expected my then-boyfriend to be a mind-reader and got mad when I didn’t get what I wanted.  This led to a very confused boyfriend.  “You said it was okay?”  (No, I wasn’t a complete psycho and this wasn’t something that happened ALL the time, but it definitely happened occasionally.  I was young, don’t judge me.)

“Mom, stop singing.”

The first scenario is where I strive to be.  Perhaps a little less demanding… But if you look at toddlers, you always know what they want.  Because they ALWAYS tell you.  “Mom, stop singing.”  “I don’t want to take a bath.”  “Sharing makes me sad.”

Saying what you want isn’t always easy.  Especially at first.  It makes me feel needy to utter phrases like “I need attention” or “I’m having a hard time today.”  And no one likes to feel needy.  But what’s worse than worrying about how you potentially look to others is never getting what you want because you don’t speak up.

It makes me feel needy to utter phrases like “I need attention.”

There is definitely a downside to this.  Sometimes you put yourself out there, but the answer is no.  Just like we have to tell our kids no.  Sometimes you may be in the middle of a meltdown, call your significant other at work and tell them you desperately need them (ahem, K’s colic days…  dark times…), and they have a meeting or can’t talk for some other reason.  But even if that happens some of the time, is it better to never ask?  And shoulder every burden alone?

Sometimes you put yourself out there, but the answer is no.

I’m not perfect and I still have not mastered this 100%. But being upfront as often as possible, especially with people I care about, is where I strive to be.  It’s how you get the love you deserve, it’s how you get raises, and people respect a straight-shooter. 

Demanding women are “bitchy” and demanding men are “go-getters.”

It’s especially hard for women to master this because we are expected to be pleasant and agreeable. (I know these old-timey views are changing but they still absolutely affect gender-roles today.). Demanding women are “bitchy” and demanding men are “go-getters.”  But shouldn’t we all strive to be go-getters?  How else are we supposed to get what we want if we don’t go get it?

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Honest Motherhood

#honestmotherhood … (well, except the words on the flash cards ?. Jason snapped this pic when I was only kind-of sort-of ready. As much as I want to pretend my tiny genius can read, we are doing the other side of the cards – letters and numbers, not words.) So I’m bouncing one in the carrier and doing flash cards with the other while I try to enjoy a post-hike beer. And I can’t help but think of when I was pregnant with K and Jason and I would say how after she was born we were going to get sitters ALL THE TIME and still go clubbing and go to bars ?.

It’s funny because I still hear first-time moms say this when they’re pregnant (and I don’t want to be that person to correct them because I think everyone needs to come to terms with their new roles as parents on their own.) But the truth is, it’s not that you CAN’T go clubbing when you’re a mom as long as you have a sitter; it’s that MOST of the time, you don’t really want that anymore.

While we do still like to go out for a drink sometimes, we prefer early happy hours where we can also grab dinner or appetizers for the kids (or brunch. Omg whoever invented brunch, I love you.) Not to mention we pretty much have to take up the entire table with 50 toys to occupy the kids long enough to each have one beer. Oh and don’t forget passing the baby back and forth ?. Because whoever is holding the baby pretty much cannot sip their beer. But at the same time, I wouldn’t trade it for anything else. Sprawling out across a high-top table with markers, crayons, flashcards, French fries, and a couple of brewery beers with my amazing family ranks amongst one of the best Saturday nights of all time ?

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Feeling really overwhelmed lately

Taking a much needed poke bowl break (and apparently Belles likes her poke with a side of puffs .) Seriously though, I love eating with Belles because it’s one of the few times I feel like I can relax around her (other than when she’s sleeping) because I know the only thing she’s putting in her mouth is food! I remembered that newborns are hard but somehow forgot that having a mobile baby is a full-time job because everything goes in their mouths!
        Yes, she’s adorable and I love spending the day with her but it’s also exhausting following her around making sure she doesn’t find a carpet fiber or a penny or small toy that K left out. No matter how much you vacuum, or how much you baby-proof, they always find something! And even though it isn’t work per se, the fact that you can’t take your eyes off of them can be draining sometimes. And watching the baby every waking moment means EVERY other thing can only be done when baby naps.
      So cleaning, laundry, dishes, dinner prep, shower, relaxing (HA! What’s that?), it all has to be squeezed into a couple hours! And if I recall correctly, this phase lasts oh, about a year  I know in a couple months it will improve (and maybe she’ll only put 50% of the objects she finds in her mouth), but in the mean time it’s tough. I know, I know, cleaning can wait, sheets can be washed a little less frequently, and yes, these moments are fleeting. I just needed to rant a little today. But it’s also Friday so help will be here soon in the form of Daddy . And it’s almost beer-o’clock ? So, #breatheandrelease

 

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Parent Teacher Conferences

When did she become such a little grown up?! Carrying her own backpack and drinking out of a cup and asking “why?” about Every. Single. Thing. We had parent-teacher conferences yesterday (I know… and she isn’t even 3 ) and I kind of had an idea about how things would go. I spend every second with K so I thought I knew everything about her development and what she still struggles with.
        I was pleasantly surprised about how well her teacher said she behaves at school (and much better than at home for Mom ?!) She sits in her seat most of the time (but wanders a little at lunch) and rarely throws tantrums. She still cries (fake cries) quite a bit, and much more than her peers (because she’s a little actress…) but less than before. Actually her teacher said yesterday was the first day she made it all day without crying but then when we went to pick her up when the conference was over, she was crying when we got there  Almost made it!
           Her teacher also mentioned several times how “independent” K is, along with words like “spirited”, “strong”, etc. Jason and I always laugh because we know it’s code for “You got one of the hard ones!!”, but we also know strong children become strong adults who can change the world! (At least that’s what we tell ourselves when we’re mad she thinks it’s okay to run 50 feet away from us without so much as a single look back as we chase her screaming her name ?.)
          We still need to work on her recognizing her name in writing but I found out she can count to 29, which surprised me. At home she stops at 13 and says she doesn’t know what comes next! For someone who is so independent about everything else, it’s kind of funny she’s been keeping an extra 16 numbers under wraps when she’s counting in front of us ?.
         Overall I left pretty much beaming. Not about her counting or other milestones – the school is not focused on academics and neither are we at this point, but about the kind words her teacher said about her. She seems to really love K, and “spirited” or not, she loves her spunky personality and her zest for life. It’s a good feeling when other people see what you see in your kids. You feel like you must be doing something right.

 

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K’s Dance Recital!

Today was K’s dance recital – and what a helluva day it was! I realized around 11 that K’s dance shoes are in my cupholder in my car… and my car’s in the shop… roughly an hour away. We had to be at the recital at 345 and we were leaving school for the day around 145. There was no way to get to my car in time so we went to 2 different Targets looking for ballet shoes.
       We found something that looked similar enough to ballet shoes and left Target around 230 and still had to go home, change into her leotard, and get back for the recital. We made it with 5 minutes to spare and after a few minutes of walking around in her new shoes, K decide she didn’t want to wear shoes anyways ?. Surprisingly, even though the recital is in a different room than class (which K had a mild meltdown about) and even though her regular teacher was absent today (which K seemed to somehow not notice), and even with no shoes, she went out and did a great job.
       
          When we started this class in September, I had to get special permission for K to start because she wasn’t quite 2 and a half. The next 5 weeks K spent most of her class time sliding around the floor on her belly. I wondered if she was too young, or if I pushed her into it. She always said she was having fun though so we persisted. Halfway through the 5th week, K joined in! And she started loving it! At the start of class, I never for a second thought that by January she would be ready and willing to go out and perform for us. But she totally rocked it and I am so proud! ?

 

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On Letting Go of My Expectations

What most of our pictures look like these days . I brought the girls to the Queen Mary today for the first time in maybe a year (and first time for Isabelle!) I thought at almost 3, K would be old enough to learn a little bit about the ship and enjoy looking around more than last time. But both girls enjoyed this phone booth more than anything else!

We spent a solid 20 minutes walking around it, looking inside of it, K wanted to open it and know what it was for… It’s hard for me sometimes when the kids don’t enjoy things the way I think they are SUPPOSED to be enjoyed. (Probably because I’m a control freak …) It’s not the money, because the Queen Mary isn’t that expensive and the kids are free. And it’s not an age thing either – I wasn’t expecting them to sit through lectures on the history of the ship or anything.

But it’s SO HARD for me to just let them be and not steer them towards the next thing to look at, or what I think we should be looking at. I’ve always been a rubric person. I like to plan out how I think things should be and stick to that plan. Actually when my plans fall through I am mildly devastated even if it’s not something I really wanted to do in the first place; it’s because that’s what I expected to do. But I did let the girls hang out around the phone booth for as long as they wanted, even though it made my eye twitch a little while I was itching to move on to the next thing .

Kids have a way of holding up a mirror and you see things about yourself you never noticed before, or maybe noticed but didn’t think it was weird or a problem. But I guess going with the flow, especially when it comes to the kids, is something I need to work on.

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Isabelle Hip Dysplasia Updates

7 months after our first visit to the orthopaedic doctor, we finally got the (mostly) good news we had been waiting for. Isabelle had another xray this morning and it looks like her hips are close enough to normal that she won’t need any further treatment. They were looking for an angle of 25 degrees, 30 requires more treatment, and her right is at 27 degrees.

She still has mild hip dysplasia, and probably will her whole life, but her hips are both in the sockets so she is not eligible for a cast or brace. The only way to correct the angles would be an extensive surgery followed by a long recovery, and her doctor doesn’t think mild hip dysplasia would cause enough problems to warrant that.

       She will still be able to run and play sports and go about her life normally. The possible long-term implications of mild hip dysplasia might be arthritis in that hip when she is 50 or 60, and IF that happens, they can correct it with surgery then. It did not make sense to do a surgery now on the possibility of “IF”. So, while it wasn’t perfect news, we are happy that her hips are in the sockets and she will live a normal life. We will go back in 4 months for another xray just to check that things are continuing to improve (or not get worse, which is unlikely.) Thanks everyone for all the positive vibes and support during all of this ?

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Throwback to my pregnancy with Katie. Oh how times have changed!

3 years ago today! I think this is the only photo of my parents and I while I was pregnant. I was so excited about having a baby but not so excited about being pregnant. I didn’t take a lot of photos of me, I refused to wear maternity pants, I didn’t like talking about pregnancy related problems or my changing body.
       To be honest, I was terrified. But terrified of being pregnant and of labor and not about having an actual baby. (Can you tell this pregnancy was a surprise to us? ?.) In a way, it was kind of nice being scared about superficial things like stretch marks and saggy boobs because I didn’t worry about things like what if something is wrong with Katie (which I did constantly with Isabelle and is a much deeper worry than stretch marks!)
        The downside was that being so focused on the pregnancy and not the baby meant we didn’t prepare… like at all. Neither Jason nor I even knew how to change a diaper and of course we didn’t take any classes . I will never forget the moment AFTER Katie was born when all the doctors and nurses left the room and we were alone with this tiny screaming creature and had no idea what to do with her. It was 100 times scarier than the actual labor!
        Jason was on his phone furiously googling how to swaddle and we were both so tired from my 21 hour labor and all we wanted to do was sleep but we were now responsible for this tiny human for the rest of our lives… But like all things, we figured it out! And after a few weeks we no longer needed 2 people to change diapers and bath time got easier and I got the hang of nursing. It’s so funny looking back at what amateurs we were compared to when we had Isabelle. (Although life threw me quite the curveball with the breech position and the resulting c section with her!)

 

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Christmas Michigan Trip – airport drama and our potty training solutions

11 hours after first arriving at the airport, we made it to our destination. There were quite a few tears (mostly from me ?), and we were very fortunate that my inlaws came to the airport and were able to get gate passes to help with the girls for a few while I relaxed and ate a sandwich (and had a beer?!) After multiple delays, we got on the plane 6 hours after getting to the airport (and an hour after nap time.)

By some terrible miracle, neither of the girls napped on the plane ?. Not even for a minute. Isabelle has never completely skipped an afternoon nap before so needless to say, she was pretty miserable. As was I, and probably everyone around us. In addition, her congestion was causing her to have trouble nursing so she was hungry (and not excited about the pb sandwich I brought her which is normally her fav!) So, she cried on and off most of the flight.

K held my hand a lot during the flight, which looks adorable, but made it pretty hard to bounce Belles at the same time. K was actually really well-behaved considering, just bored and over tired. And of course she only wore the brand new Minnie Mouse headphones that SHE picked out to watch maybe 8 minutes of Moana on the tv in the headrest ?.

Most of the time I love that she doesn’t really like tv… yesterday was not one of those times. The good news is she pooped in both the airport potty and the airplane potty so we are making with that! It turns out K having the stomach flu earlier this week was actually a blessing in disguise. Apparently pooping 8 times a day for 3 days really helps you get used to the potty. And now that everything is said and done, we made it to Michigan and are so excited to spend Christmas with my family!! 

Even though I know being stuck at an airport with kids because we have the good fortune of being able to travel to see my family for the holidays is the ultimate first world problem, it was a hard day for us all.

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Desperately Trying to Find My Zen

SERIOUS POST ALERT: How do you find balance between remaining informed and letting current events and politics stress you out? I usually don’t post about current events, but I’m having a hard time finding balance lately, especially since the fires have started. I want to remain vigilant and stay aware of where the fires are so we can stay safe, and I also want to be in the know so I can feel for the people affected, as I believe empathy keeps us human, but I can’t spend all my time watching California burn.
           It’s taking such a toll on me. And it’s not just the fires, it’s the political climate lately too. I want to be aware of legislation that will affect our family and people we care about, and I want to know about upcoming bills to be passed so I have the opportunity to contact our legislators, but it’s hard to take on so much worry all the time. Part of me wants to bury my head in the sand. Ignorance is bliss, right? But that isn’t the answer either.
          I think this is all made worse by the fact that I have anxiety and am still sort of in the post-partum period but this week has been especially rough for me. I have unfollowed a lot of pages on facebook that were posting fear-mongering type articles (especially the parenting ones, which shall remain nameless….), and I am avoiding all news for the last hour before bed. I also work out, eat well 75% of the time, and *try* to get enough sleep, aside from baby wake ups. I am interested in tips other moms have. How do you find this balance?