Storytime
Posted by: pj, March 10, 2010 in 4:58 pm
The other day it was about 6:30 AM and the two boys were watching television on my bed while I got ready in the bathroom. I heard some giggling but figured they were laughing at the show they were watching. When I came out, I discovered that my oldest (4) had helped my younger one (2) off with his sleepy pajamas and diaper. With his new found freedom, my toddler left 6 perfect little dollops of poop in various spots of my bedroom floor. Quite an artist. I was livid. As I yelled, I attempted to clean up the disaster, using lots of toilet paper and depositing it in my toilet bowl. I guess I must have stopped up the toilet because while I was washing the little one off in his room, I heard my older son go to the bathroom and flush my toilet. About 5 minutes later I heard rushing water and realized that the toilet had MAJORLY overflowed. So much so that it was coming down through the floor below to the kitchen. I ran down to the kitchen and discovered a waterfall in the middle of my kitchen ceiling. I finally got things under control. It took hours to clean up and had to call a repair guy to deal with the ceiling. That night when I was getting into bed I reached down for the notebook that I keep by my bed for to-do lists. I picked it up to discover another little dollop of poop that I had missed. It had now hardened and I had to throw out my notebook.
Posted by: BadMommy, February 28, 2010 in 9:51 am
I pull up to the cleaners in my town and see that my 2 year old is sound asleep in the back. There is no way that I’m waking him up from the nap that will guarantee me two hours of peace. The store is inches from my car. I do the unthinkable. I leave him in his car seat for five minutes while I run in. As I hand off my pile of dry cleaning, I watch constantly to make sure that, no one is trying to break in and steal my child. Or more importantly that he doesn’t wake up and start screaming his head off, alerting a nearby officer of my indiscretion. I do my errand without a hitch and get back into the car. My son still sleeps soundly, apparently unaware his mother abandoned him.
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Posted by: samsmom, February 15, 2010 in 2:24 pm
I took my 2 year old son to a diner with three of my friends and each of their 2 year olds and it was a disaster. We hadn’t all gone to lunch in awhile. It seemed like a good idea. We had come prepared. We had crayons, markers, cars, and trains. We put them into their high chairs, gave them their toys and tried to start a conversation. My son wanted the train that the other boy had and the other boy wanted the train that another girl had. This involved much screaming, crying and eventually a train being thrown (at my son’s head).
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Posted by: Pamela Hocken, February 12, 2010 in 12:16 pm
Recently, in attempt to placate my screaming toddler, I tried to put her up on my head and give her a piggy back ride home. It did not do the trick. Wailing louder than a fire truck, she began to flail around so wildly that the zipper on her snowsuit got entangled in my hair and I was literally wearing her on my head like a miserable tiny tot hat. Unable to remove her any other way, I finally resorted to ripping her, and a large tuft of my hair off of my head. She looked like she had a hairy chest, and found this amusing. I was near tears. So please, please… send me to baby-free, warmer climates!
Posted by: Jode M, February 8, 2010 in 10:48 am
My 5 year-old son had a turtle named Frankie who he adored. One day I went to Frankie’s cage and realized that Frankie was dead. My son was inconsolable. We buried him in the backyard in a big ceremony and I thought that was that. Two months later I saw my son and his friend digging in the backyard. I asked what they were doing and they said they were digging up Frankie. I demanded they stop immediately. The turtle deserved to be left in peace. I told my son if he dug him up he would be grounded.
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Posted by: JFruhl, January 24, 2010 in 12:28 am
It was really my laziness that started it all. I breastfed Michael from birth in our bed and then let him fall asleep next to me. Not wanting to get up again, I just let him stay. Everyone, including my husband, slept great. This went on for months. Then my mommy friends started in with the sleep talk. They were all letting their babies cry it out. Ferberizing apparently was the the thing to do. It seemed logical. I would be teaching Michael how to fall asleep on his own! Listening to your baby crying would be agonizing I was told, but it was harmless. It was my duty as a parent; a necessary ritual to ensure a peaceful nighttime experience for the whole family. I could do this, I mistakenly thought…
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Posted by: Jessica, January 19, 2010 in 5:55 am
My conversation with my 4 year old son this weekend:
Son: Mom, when you and daddy die who’s going to drive me to school?
Mom: What? Why would we die?
Son: Because all superhero’s parents die.
Mom: Like who?
Son: Batman, Spiderman, Superman…
Mom: Are you a superhero?
Son: Yes I am.
Mom: I had no idea.
Son: That’s because it’s a secret. hahahahaha!
Mom: Well, we’re not going to die. Don’t worry.
Son: I’m not worried. You’re silly mommy.
I think my husband should stop reading comics at bedtime…
Posted by: Samantha, January 6, 2010 in 11:26 pm
I have been learning a whole lot about both myself and parenting in the past four months since my second child’s birth. Some of the things I have realized have really helped me get through the challenges, especially with the difficult age my 2.5 year old is currently going through.
So, I have a new parenting theory. I am sure I am not the first person to discover this, but it feels brand new and illuminating to me!
The abstract: Kids are crazy.
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Posted by: tiredmommy, January 2, 2010 in 8:34 am
My 3 year old is on a hunger strike. Well sort of. She’s not protesting anything, except parental authority of any kind. And she’s not quite starving herself. Apparently it’s okay to eat chicken nuggets, pizza, and waffles. But nothing else!
I know I’m supposed to be the one in control but if I don’t give her these options then she doesn’t eat anything. And she doesn’t seem to mind going to sleep without dinner. I can’t bear to let a child go to bed on an empty stomach. It kills me. So I don’t. And I give in.
The other day we went out to a nice restaurant for my mother’s birthday. When I called ahead, they said that they offered pizza. Unfortunately it was an adult’s version of pizza on fancy bread with fancy sauce and even fancy cheese. She didn’t go for it. Her dinner consisted of some maraschino cherries which interestingly enough are now allowed within the strict guidlines of her diet. Atleast she’s expanding her horizons.
Posted by: Susan, December 30, 2009 in 12:47 pm
We are in the process of potty training my two and a half year old. And it’s not going well. We’ve done everything the books say to do but no luck. She’ll sometimes go pee but never poop. She’s extremely stubborn and we had visions of her not being allowed in her preschool (they won’t take untrained children). We’ve been giving her rewards and making a really big deal of ANY success on the potty. My little sister (who doesn’t have a child and has no concept of any of this) was visiting and my darling daughter for some reason finally decided to go poop on the potty!!! Well, we were ecstatic. We picked her up and did a little dance and sang a potty song and gave her a lollipop and a present and we were celebrating like we had just won the lottery. As the festivities were winding down I remembered that my sister is witnessing this momentous event. She witnessed it alright, and is looking at us like we need to be committed.
