The Time Out Fail

This morning, Gracie was in time out for who-knows-what.  We have two designated “time out spots” in our house, which makes it easy to enforce when there is a discipline issue.  The kids know if they get sent to time out when we are downstairs, they have to sit on the bottom step of the staircase.  If they get in trouble upstairs, they have to sit on the bench in our bedroom.  They’ve had these time out spots for years, so it’s pretty easy to give a time out. Nowadays, we aren’t…

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A Conversation with Bean

“Police nabidab… Police nabidab…” “I think you mean, ‘Feliz navidad,’” I said. “No, it goes, ‘Police nabidab,’” he said, as he continued to sing in the backseat of my car. “Where’d you learn that song?” I asked. “Nowhere,” he replied. “Well, then how do you know the words?” “It’s just in my head,” he said. “Oh yeah?” “Yeah,” he said, nonchalantly.  “I keep lots of important stuff in there.”

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Defending the Goal

Last week, I was sitting on the sidelines during one of Bean’s soccer practices.  He was playing goalie with some friends on his team while we waited for practice to start.  After about five minutes, this other kid from his team comes up and stands right in front of Bean and yells, “I’m the goalie now!” Eh, big deal.  In my mom mind, that doesn’t really hit to Richter scale for being mean.  Kids will be kids, after all. But Bean had an issue with this. “Hey!” he yelled.  “I’m…

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The Tiny Manipulator

At bedtime last night, Gracie asked if she could sleep with Bean.  We let them do this occasionally, but it’s usually been for special occasions (the night of the Fourth of July, for example) or on weekends as special treats.  Yesterday, though, we had had a big day and I knew Gracie was tired, so I told her that, no, she needed to sleep in her own bed. “But WHY??????” she asked. “Because it isn’t a weekend,” I explained, as I tucked her into her own bed. Chris came in a…

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An Eyeball in Her Nose

Last Friday, I was sitting down to begin a training session I was attending all day for work.  We had barely gotten started when my phone rang at 9:00am.  It was the daycare.  Never a call you want to get at work. The voicemail was so funny that I recorded it: I was listening to this in the back of the media center where the training was taking place, and by the time the message ended, I was laughing so hard that I had to step outside. Seriously.  My child…

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2:30am

Our kids have always been good sleepers.  They sleep through the night, and for the most part they get 11-12 hours of sleep every night.  But lately, Gracie has started this disturbing trend.  At 2:30am, on the dot, she comes into our bedroom and stares at me until I wake up.  And she has a ton of different reasons to be awake: 1. I have to go to the bathroom. 2. Bunny has to go to the bathroom. 3.  I need a drink of water. 4.  I just got a…

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Spiders, Bugs, the Hulk, and Rain Puddles

Lately, we’ve been dealing with something I like to call “Bean Fears.”   Topping the list of Bean Fears today are spiders, bugs, and the Hulk.  He likes the toy versions of each of these things, but is not a fan of real-life versions. Not that we see many Hulks around here.  But, according to Bean, you just never know. This past weekend, we went to a sports bar and grill with our friend, Gary, to watch the Gators basketball game.  After dinner, we were walking back to the car,…

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Inappropriate Parenting

So, the other night, we were sitting at the dinner table and I tried to tell Bean a joke. Only, he didn’t understand it. Chris and I quickly realized that he didn’t know how to tell a joke! Parenting fail. Chris instantly pulls out his cell phone and starts looking up jokes to teach Bean. Two minutes go by. Then three. Then five. “Uh, Chris?” I asked. “Did you find any jokes yet?” “I’m trying to find the perfect one,” he said, still glued to his phone. I continue on…

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The Happy Delinquent

Every night at dinner, we ask the kids how their days at school were.  They each get the chance to tell us what they did, who they played with, and what they learned.  Bean does much better at this than Gracie, but we still always ask Gracie the same questions.  And she’s getting really good at answering.  Usually, we get the same routing answers every night: “Gracie, how was your day?” “Gooooooood.” “Who did you play with at school?” “Ummmmmmmmmm…..  Fwends.” “And what did you learn?” “Ummmmmmmm… I read book.”…

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History Sometimes Repeats Itself

Friday afternoon, my mom came down to pick up the kids and take them to her house for the weekend.  Chris and I were overworked, overstressed, and in need of some down time with absolutely zero responsibility – including our children.  Nana to the rescue! As they were packing up to leave, we were all standing out in my front yard while Chris strapped their car seats into Nana’s van.  Mom and I were talking, Gracie was crawling around inside the van with Chris, and Bean was playing with a…

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