My sister is doing a program to become an early childhood education teacher. She chose a Saturday-only class so that she could still stay home and watch the kids during the week, while Unka Rop worked. But eventually, the program involves classroom observations and internships, which kind of have to be done on weekdays. Right ow she's doing observations, or something, which are somewhat flexible, in that she has to do so many days within a certain time period, but she can double up on half-days, and she can do a day here and a day there, rather than M-F several weeks in a row.
Enter: Me.
So I can usually squeeze in a 2-day visit with an overnight stay, almost weekly, if needed. Apparently there have been a bunch of teacher job fairs (her program ends this summer, so she'll be hireable soon.) For the job fairs out in my neck of the woods, our mom watches the girls, or I come up and help. But this week she had a teacher seminar thing she was invited to on Tuesday, when schools were closed for the President's Day holiday, and needed me by noon. Since I was spending the night and staying the next day anyway, we agreed that she might as well squeeze in an observation day Wednesday!
So naturally, my almost-three-year-old was on her best behavior. Refusing to obey any request or command. Pushing, kicking and even one biting incident when having disputes with her cousins. [Great. I get the biter. *sigh*] Oh, and hoarding toys and screeching if anyone so much as looked at her. Yay.
On the plus side, I get a glimpse at how my mothering skills decrease exponentially with each additional rug rat. When it's just her and me, and she's having a fit, I say something along the lines of: [Identify] "I see you're upset. You sound sad and angry." [Let her know you're listening] "I'm trying to understand. Let me know when you're ready to talk." [Show you understand her problem.] "You want a chocolate right now. I hear you." [Empathize] "I want to give you chocolate..." [Explain, now that she's all calmed down and ready to listen] "... but right now it's time for lunch." [...aaaand distract] "I know! Let's go pick out one of my special forks to eat your lunch with!"
Me after a day with 3 kids, aged 4, almost-3, and 2: "Shut it! I'm tired of hearing you whine! That's it! Scram! Everyone in different rooms RIGHT NOW!"
Ah. Motherhood.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Dollhouse of Solitude
Supposedly, kids like babies and other little kids. I read these things in books and magazines. It's like reading about some foreign culture. My daughter... is not fond of other kids. Oh, she'll warm to certain ones, on occasion. Mostly older ones. But most of our social occasions involve a lot of:
"Waaah! She's looking at me! I don't want her to look at me!"
and:
"Someone's climbing up behind me on the toy! He's going to push me!"
"He's not going to push you. I won't let anyone push you."
"He's going to push me! I want you to make him go off! I want to push him off."
"No pushing. Play area toys are for sharing. I won't make him get down, but I won't let him hurt you or push you. You need to use your words, not your hands."
"Waaah! I want to go home! I don't want to share the play area!"
She loves her cousins. Well. Most of them. She loves the ones that are 11, 8 and 4 years older than her (but not the oldest, at 16 years older,) and the ones that are 15-17 months older than her. And the one that is almost 2 years younger (still a baby.) She's not so fond of the one 8 months younger. So far, she likes kids to be a bit older than her, or babies. But once they can walk, she's done with 'em. I watched it happen. Like magically overnight. One week at my sister's, Z and Tually are mostly ignoring the crawling Piwu. The next week, BAM! Z is grabbing toys, pushing, yelling and hating all over poor, newly-walking Piwu! Same deal with the next-door neighbors. She loves the 2-years-older girl. And ignored the younger brother (roughly a year younger than Z.) But once he started walking, she started not liking him. At. All.
But she loves babies! Last summer, my other sister, our mom and I took our kids to a beach. Grammelena sat in the shade with 3 or 4-month-old Baby Wivie. Z had no interest in playing in the sand. Or the water. Or on the playground. She spent over an hour playing with Baby Wivie's toes. Cooing and caressing. Asking for a turn feeding her. Crazy cute.
But put her in a room of peers, and she wants nothing to do with any of them. Unless they have cool toys. Then she'll happily play away from any of the other kids. And want to adopt some stuffed animal or doll she's decided she must have.
It's gotten to the point that I just don't go to playdates or indoor play areas (at the mall, community center, etc) or playgrounds, if other kids are there. Even Rywee, the first non-family kid whose name she remembered. I used to be able to lure her into cooperation by telling her that Rywee would be wherever we were going (I'd only offer this if I knew they'd be there. I try not to lie to her.) Now she's not even interested. It's like she's perfectly happy in her little Fortress of Solitude. She'll ask about Appie, and about Tually, but has no interest in doing things with anyone else.
If she didn't at least like those two, I'd be seriously worried. And if a much-older sibling comes out, when I do make her go somewhere, she usually enjoys being around them. And she loves her cousin Taytay (now 10.) Now she'll yell "Oh, Maaaaannnn!" and "You gotta be kidding me!" while watching her kiddie shows, since that's the kind of stuff he says when he's watching his older shows.
And even with older kids, she's only good with one, maybe two, at a time. Have a whole passel of them running around in a play area and she's stuck to me like stink on poo.
I'm not sure why she only likes older kids (must be at least 1 year older. Probably more, since Tually is kind of advanced for her age, and might seem even older to Z.) Maybe she likes watching them, and learning. Maybe they're easier to play with. Less grabbing, and pushing? (Although there's plenty of grabbing with Tually. But then again they've seen each other more than once a month since Z was born, so they've been friends her whole life.) Maybe she just likes the older toys. But now she has all that stuff too. Littlest Pet Shop. My Little Pony. Strawberry Shortcake. Etc.
She's really into books and shows with siblings. Mercer Mayer's Little Monster books with his little sister in them, Angelina and her baby sister. She even calls the Arthur cartoon (on Netflix Watch It Now) the "show with the little sister." She can't play with her little dollhouse dolls unless she has the big sister and the little sister. Too bad I can't just get her an older sibling. Apparently, new siblings pretty much only come in younger form!
"Waaah! She's looking at me! I don't want her to look at me!"
and:
"waaaah! I want to go on the slide!"
"Okay fine, go on the slide."
"But he is there! I want him to not be there so I can go there and go on the slide!"
"But you can get in line and go after him! See? Another kid is there now. You'll never get a turn unless you get in line."
and:
"Someone's climbing up behind me on the toy! He's going to push me!"
"He's not going to push you. I won't let anyone push you."
"He's going to push me! I want you to make him go off! I want to push him off."
"No pushing. Play area toys are for sharing. I won't make him get down, but I won't let him hurt you or push you. You need to use your words, not your hands."
"Waaah! I want to go home! I don't want to share the play area!"
She loves her cousins. Well. Most of them. She loves the ones that are 11, 8 and 4 years older than her (but not the oldest, at 16 years older,) and the ones that are 15-17 months older than her. And the one that is almost 2 years younger (still a baby.) She's not so fond of the one 8 months younger. So far, she likes kids to be a bit older than her, or babies. But once they can walk, she's done with 'em. I watched it happen. Like magically overnight. One week at my sister's, Z and Tually are mostly ignoring the crawling Piwu. The next week, BAM! Z is grabbing toys, pushing, yelling and hating all over poor, newly-walking Piwu! Same deal with the next-door neighbors. She loves the 2-years-older girl. And ignored the younger brother (roughly a year younger than Z.) But once he started walking, she started not liking him. At. All.
But she loves babies! Last summer, my other sister, our mom and I took our kids to a beach. Grammelena sat in the shade with 3 or 4-month-old Baby Wivie. Z had no interest in playing in the sand. Or the water. Or on the playground. She spent over an hour playing with Baby Wivie's toes. Cooing and caressing. Asking for a turn feeding her. Crazy cute.
But put her in a room of peers, and she wants nothing to do with any of them. Unless they have cool toys. Then she'll happily play away from any of the other kids. And want to adopt some stuffed animal or doll she's decided she must have.
It's gotten to the point that I just don't go to playdates or indoor play areas (at the mall, community center, etc) or playgrounds, if other kids are there. Even Rywee, the first non-family kid whose name she remembered. I used to be able to lure her into cooperation by telling her that Rywee would be wherever we were going (I'd only offer this if I knew they'd be there. I try not to lie to her.) Now she's not even interested. It's like she's perfectly happy in her little Fortress of Solitude. She'll ask about Appie, and about Tually, but has no interest in doing things with anyone else.
If she didn't at least like those two, I'd be seriously worried. And if a much-older sibling comes out, when I do make her go somewhere, she usually enjoys being around them. And she loves her cousin Taytay (now 10.) Now she'll yell "Oh, Maaaaannnn!" and "You gotta be kidding me!" while watching her kiddie shows, since that's the kind of stuff he says when he's watching his older shows.
And even with older kids, she's only good with one, maybe two, at a time. Have a whole passel of them running around in a play area and she's stuck to me like stink on poo.
I'm not sure why she only likes older kids (must be at least 1 year older. Probably more, since Tually is kind of advanced for her age, and might seem even older to Z.) Maybe she likes watching them, and learning. Maybe they're easier to play with. Less grabbing, and pushing? (Although there's plenty of grabbing with Tually. But then again they've seen each other more than once a month since Z was born, so they've been friends her whole life.) Maybe she just likes the older toys. But now she has all that stuff too. Littlest Pet Shop. My Little Pony. Strawberry Shortcake. Etc.
She's really into books and shows with siblings. Mercer Mayer's Little Monster books with his little sister in them, Angelina and her baby sister. She even calls the Arthur cartoon (on Netflix Watch It Now) the "show with the little sister." She can't play with her little dollhouse dolls unless she has the big sister and the little sister. Too bad I can't just get her an older sibling. Apparently, new siblings pretty much only come in younger form!
Friday, January 14, 2011
Strange Potty
Today was a strange potty day. I had to force her onto the potty when we got up by offering her a mini cookie I got yesterday at the mall with my sister from Mrs. Field's (they had a special. 20 mini cookies for $6.) I got 6 white chocolate macadamia [my favorite, Mmm], 4 milk chocolate chip, 2 oatmeal raisin [which I fobbed off on Unka Rop,] 2 peanut butter and 6 M&M [for the kids.] Just to spite me, instead of wanting the M&M ones, Little Z wanted white chocolate macadamia, and Tually wanted milk chocolate chip. Traitors.
Anyway, yesterday my sister caught her starting to poop in her diaper, so I plopped her onto the potty, and Tually sat in the bathroom walking with her and amusing her and she finished pooping on the potty! Wahoo! So today, now that we're home again, I let her choose a special poopy present. She chose a Littlest Pet Shop set with a bajillion little accessories and 3 pets. We played with that for a while, and then she wanted to go back into the computer room. I chose a pair ofrandom Spongebob "Squarepanties" underpants for her to tool around the house in, which prompted her to ask to watch some "Spunchbop." [For the record, the Nick Jr panty pack (with Dora, Blue's Clues, Wonder Pets and Sponebob) was the only one she chose. I was pimping the Disney Princess or Dora pack, but she wanted the one with "Bob," despite never having see the show at that point. She also chose "Bob" band-aids.]
At some point, while playing a computer game, she said her poop was coming out, so we sat her on the potty, but she quickly gave up. She asked to sit on the potty again later, again with no results. But I was thrilled that she was telling me that she thought she needed to go, and then that she wanted to use the potty at all! Later she scarpered off, and I heard her breathing funny in the hallway, like when she has gas. Plus a funny smell, so I went to investigate. I was greeted with "No! You go away! Don't look at me!" so I knew she was pooping! I whisked her off to the toilet, dumping the contents of her pantiesonto the floor into the toilet, and had her sit to finish. Super unusual, since she rarely poops two days in a row. Usually it's every other day. (Running off to poop, and demanding that I go away until she's done is totally normal for us. Nutjob.)
Anyway, yesterday my sister caught her starting to poop in her diaper, so I plopped her onto the potty, and Tually sat in the bathroom walking with her and amusing her and she finished pooping on the potty! Wahoo! So today, now that we're home again, I let her choose a special poopy present. She chose a Littlest Pet Shop set with a bajillion little accessories and 3 pets. We played with that for a while, and then she wanted to go back into the computer room. I chose a pair of
At some point, while playing a computer game, she said her poop was coming out, so we sat her on the potty, but she quickly gave up. She asked to sit on the potty again later, again with no results. But I was thrilled that she was telling me that she thought she needed to go, and then that she wanted to use the potty at all! Later she scarpered off, and I heard her breathing funny in the hallway, like when she has gas. Plus a funny smell, so I went to investigate. I was greeted with "No! You go away! Don't look at me!" so I knew she was pooping! I whisked her off to the toilet, dumping the contents of her panties
It's My Potty And I'll Cry If I Want To!
Potty training has hit yet another setback.
We started out rewarding her just for sitting on the potty. I had a jar of super-cheap toys and trinkets (plastic animals, clearance jewelry, etc) that I wrapped individually, so she could open each one. She started taking that for granted, and would just rifle though the jar, opening and discarding items, never satisfied. But it got her comfortable with the potty. Then we switched to only rewarding results, rather than attempts. For a potty success, she would earn a much awesomer toy, like something from the Dollar store, until she got bored with those, and then we upgraded to Littlest Pet Shop pets. They're spendier, at around $2.50 each, but she loves them and wants to earn them, so we were seeing many more potty successes, and even a few times she told us when she needed to go. And for poo, we got big presents. Playsets. Like a Little Pet Shop House, or a Strawberry Shortcake with a bajillion little bits to play with. That kind of thing. I had just switched to a star chart (5 pees or poo = a present,) since she was doing so well, she was getting several potty presents a day, so I wanted to teach her to wait and the value of slowly earning a goal. But that was when the potty use dropped to nil.
Lately, she's running away when it's time to change her diaper (I know, I know. Most kids do that. She's always been fairly cooperative though.) And refusing to even sit on the potty. When I asked her why she didn't want to sit on the potty anymore, she said, "Because Mommy and Daddy said I don't have to sit on the potty." Hrm. True. We've been fairly casual and non-stressy about the whole thing, and we've let her know it's her choice whether she wants to use the potty... but maybe it's time to ramp it up a bit! She's certainly physically capable of using the potty! Early on she'd 'hold it in' until she got off the potty and got her diaper on. Stinker. She has a hard time pulling down her pants and pull-ups, so I've switched to undies-only at home, since she can pull those down by herself. She still needs help pulling everything back on, especially as she hates having her stuff pooled at her ankles, so she kicks it all off.
But just undies isn't enough. She's perfectly happy peeing all over herself (and the chairs. And the floor. etc) all day long. So she wears her panties and I have tonag remind her, and then cajole and/or bribe her to sit on the potty at regular intervals. I've cut off all sweets, and now she only gets a treat while sitting on the potty (or after, if that's her choice.) Sometimes she wants to hold some fragile little knickknack of mine, so I let her, but only while she's on the potty. That was a fairly good incentive when we first put the Christmas tree up, and she wanted to hold my fragile ornaments.
Letting her hold my breakables serves several purposes, in addition to incentivizing her potty use. I teach her to be gentle and respectful of fragile things. I teach her that I trust that she can be gentle with fragile things. And I teach her that if she asks, she can hold them, under certain conditions, so she doesn't try sneaking them on her own or climbing up in some precarious way to get at them. She trusts me too, and so knows she can come to me and I'll help her. And unless you plan on packing away everything you value, it's best to teach them how to handle stuff properly, and how to best respect your things, rather than yell at them after they've knocked down the curio cabinet trying to climb up it to play with something on the top!
My plan now is to keep panties on, and put diapers on over for when we have to go out, since I don't relish washing the car seat cover every day, nor am I looking forward to my sister giving me the stinkeye over mystery puddles on her couch! That way she feels the wetness and discomfort, but I have the diaper to catch the mess.
I'm also switching to a more hard-line approach that we've used before. No more "do you need to use the potty?" Now its "Okay! Potty time! What show do you want to watch on the potty?" [We have training potties in the computer and TV rooms, since she doesn't usually like to use the "big potty" seat adapter in the bathroom.] Sometimes she'll ask to hold the potty present she's chosen. [It's cheaper to buy the Littlest Pet Shops in multi-packs, and they had super sales on them around Christmas, so we stocked up! So she sees a whole bunch at once, and decides which one she wants now, and keeps in mind which one she'll want next!] If I think she'll probably have a potty success and earn her toy, I let her hold it. If I'm fairly sure nothing's gonna happen, I let her chose a small candy or fruit snacks. That way I don't have to wrench the toy away from her after!
She's still nowhere near pooping on the potty consistently. For a while, she'd go days with a dry diaper, but that was summer, and it was hot, and I'm fairly sure the dehydration factor plus the potty use was what kept her dry. But we still had a lot more potty use then! But only a few poops, and all but one of them was me catching her at the beginning of a poop and making her sit on the potty to finish. For the other one, she was sitting on the potty watching her shows and didn't want to get off, and happened to poo when she wasn't paying attention!
Hopefully we'll be able to get back on track, get back to the potty chart, then increase the number of stars required, then not need it at all. But so far, for her, having her older cousins and next-door-neighbor friend use the potty isn't an incentive. Telling her about the gym and ballet classes she can't go to until she's potty trained haven't been an incentive. Not even letting her pick out fancy panties has motivated her. [In fact, she outright refused to choose panties all but one of the times I took her. But she's starting to get into them now. She's loving the Lady and the Tramp ones my sister got her for Christmas, and the fairy princess ones I found on clearance from Carter's.] So far the best I can do is just get her to sit on the potty by threatening to give her potty present to her cousin or the girl next door because they use the potty.
As it stands, the only time she voluntarily asks for the potty is either a) out in public near scuzzy bathrooms where I don't even want to touch the door, much less lean on the floor to hold her on the seat. Or b) between 1 and 6am. My husband was disgusted at me the first time she pulled this little stunt at 3am, and I told her to just pee in her diaper and go back to sleep. Now she'll wake me up with "I needa yousa podty an I don' wan the pee to go in my dyper!" Smartass. On the plus side, she's never woken me up for a false alarm! On the minus side, sometimes it means she's up for good! (Until 10am, when we're headed off to whatever activity had been planned for that day, and she falls asleep!)
We started out rewarding her just for sitting on the potty. I had a jar of super-cheap toys and trinkets (plastic animals, clearance jewelry, etc) that I wrapped individually, so she could open each one. She started taking that for granted, and would just rifle though the jar, opening and discarding items, never satisfied. But it got her comfortable with the potty. Then we switched to only rewarding results, rather than attempts. For a potty success, she would earn a much awesomer toy, like something from the Dollar store, until she got bored with those, and then we upgraded to Littlest Pet Shop pets. They're spendier, at around $2.50 each, but she loves them and wants to earn them, so we were seeing many more potty successes, and even a few times she told us when she needed to go. And for poo, we got big presents. Playsets. Like a Little Pet Shop House, or a Strawberry Shortcake with a bajillion little bits to play with. That kind of thing. I had just switched to a star chart (5 pees or poo = a present,) since she was doing so well, she was getting several potty presents a day, so I wanted to teach her to wait and the value of slowly earning a goal. But that was when the potty use dropped to nil.
But just undies isn't enough. She's perfectly happy peeing all over herself (and the chairs. And the floor. etc) all day long. So she wears her panties and I have to
Letting her hold my breakables serves several purposes, in addition to incentivizing her potty use. I teach her to be gentle and respectful of fragile things. I teach her that I trust that she can be gentle with fragile things. And I teach her that if she asks, she can hold them, under certain conditions, so she doesn't try sneaking them on her own or climbing up in some precarious way to get at them. She trusts me too, and so knows she can come to me and I'll help her. And unless you plan on packing away everything you value, it's best to teach them how to handle stuff properly, and how to best respect your things, rather than yell at them after they've knocked down the curio cabinet trying to climb up it to play with something on the top!
My plan now is to keep panties on, and put diapers on over for when we have to go out, since I don't relish washing the car seat cover every day, nor am I looking forward to my sister giving me the stinkeye over mystery puddles on her couch! That way she feels the wetness and discomfort, but I have the diaper to catch the mess.
I'm also switching to a more hard-line approach that we've used before. No more "do you need to use the potty?" Now its "Okay! Potty time! What show do you want to watch on the potty?" [We have training potties in the computer and TV rooms, since she doesn't usually like to use the "big potty" seat adapter in the bathroom.] Sometimes she'll ask to hold the potty present she's chosen. [It's cheaper to buy the Littlest Pet Shops in multi-packs, and they had super sales on them around Christmas, so we stocked up! So she sees a whole bunch at once, and decides which one she wants now, and keeps in mind which one she'll want next!] If I think she'll probably have a potty success and earn her toy, I let her hold it. If I'm fairly sure nothing's gonna happen, I let her chose a small candy or fruit snacks. That way I don't have to wrench the toy away from her after!
She's still nowhere near pooping on the potty consistently. For a while, she'd go days with a dry diaper, but that was summer, and it was hot, and I'm fairly sure the dehydration factor plus the potty use was what kept her dry. But we still had a lot more potty use then! But only a few poops, and all but one of them was me catching her at the beginning of a poop and making her sit on the potty to finish. For the other one, she was sitting on the potty watching her shows and didn't want to get off, and happened to poo when she wasn't paying attention!
Hopefully we'll be able to get back on track, get back to the potty chart, then increase the number of stars required, then not need it at all. But so far, for her, having her older cousins and next-door-neighbor friend use the potty isn't an incentive. Telling her about the gym and ballet classes she can't go to until she's potty trained haven't been an incentive. Not even letting her pick out fancy panties has motivated her. [In fact, she outright refused to choose panties all but one of the times I took her. But she's starting to get into them now. She's loving the Lady and the Tramp ones my sister got her for Christmas, and the fairy princess ones I found on clearance from Carter's.] So far the best I can do is just get her to sit on the potty by threatening to give her potty present to her cousin or the girl next door because they use the potty.
As it stands, the only time she voluntarily asks for the potty is either a) out in public near scuzzy bathrooms where I don't even want to touch the door, much less lean on the floor to hold her on the seat. Or b) between 1 and 6am. My husband was disgusted at me the first time she pulled this little stunt at 3am, and I told her to just pee in her diaper and go back to sleep. Now she'll wake me up with "I needa yousa podty an I don' wan the pee to go in my dyper!" Smartass. On the plus side, she's never woken me up for a false alarm! On the minus side, sometimes it means she's up for good! (Until 10am, when we're headed off to whatever activity had been planned for that day, and she falls asleep!)
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Ninja Poo
I hate Ninja Poo. You know. When you start changing a diaper, just to discover a toy surprise inside. No warning. No lumpy bottom. No stinky smell. I especially hate it when I'm doing a vertical diaper change, or a wipeless one. It's very, very hard psychologically to put a filthy diaper back onto my child in order to prepare a changing area.
Normally there's plenty of warning. There have been times she's sitting on a chair and I watch her grow as she poops. Literally raises herself up with all the new 'padding.' Or the noxious smell wafting across the room (my child is apparently stinkier than most.)
One time, at my OB-Gyn's office, as I'm sitting on the table wearing a tissue-thin cloth 'robe' and a paper sheet, I hear the dreaded sound. Pbllblblblllblbllt! Pbblblbllblblt! Pbblt! Blblbllt! I can literally see her diaper ballooning out behind her. Naturally I hadn't bothered to bring my diaper bag, or even a diaper inside with me that visit. So I call the receptionist and ask if I have time to get dressed and back to my car. Oh, very much yes. The doctor will be very grateful if I could take care of that problem, and she'll just help the next person in the meantime. Phew!
So I get dressed, schlepp us out to the car, carrying her toxic-waste-style with my hands under her armpits, holding her out a foot in front of me as I watch the expanding stain on her pants. Naturally, every. single. person. on the way out stops me to tell me what an adorable child I have. Yeah yeah. Adorable. Coming through, people!
When I get to the car... Hmm... Where are my keys...? Are they in... Ugh. I see my keys locked inside. I kid you not. Worst. Day. Ever! Luckily, I had been locking myself out of stuff lately, so I quickly remembered the spare I kept in my little useless pocket in the jeans (the one for a comb?) Whew! Crisis averted!
Normally there's plenty of warning. There have been times she's sitting on a chair and I watch her grow as she poops. Literally raises herself up with all the new 'padding.' Or the noxious smell wafting across the room (my child is apparently stinkier than most.)
One time, at my OB-Gyn's office, as I'm sitting on the table wearing a tissue-thin cloth 'robe' and a paper sheet, I hear the dreaded sound. Pbllblblblllblbllt! Pbblblbllblblt! Pbblt! Blblbllt! I can literally see her diaper ballooning out behind her. Naturally I hadn't bothered to bring my diaper bag, or even a diaper inside with me that visit. So I call the receptionist and ask if I have time to get dressed and back to my car. Oh, very much yes. The doctor will be very grateful if I could take care of that problem, and she'll just help the next person in the meantime. Phew!
So I get dressed, schlepp us out to the car, carrying her toxic-waste-style with my hands under her armpits, holding her out a foot in front of me as I watch the expanding stain on her pants. Naturally, every. single. person. on the way out stops me to tell me what an adorable child I have. Yeah yeah. Adorable. Coming through, people!
When I get to the car... Hmm... Where are my keys...? Are they in... Ugh. I see my keys locked inside. I kid you not. Worst. Day. Ever! Luckily, I had been locking myself out of stuff lately, so I quickly remembered the spare I kept in my little useless pocket in the jeans (the one for a comb?) Whew! Crisis averted!
Saturday, October 9, 2010
When Push Comes To Shove
Just had 4 fun-filled days (and 3 nights) at my sister's house. [You can't tell from the font, but that statement should be dripping with sarcasm.] She lives about 90 minutes away, and needed me to babysit my nieces Tuesday afternoon and Thursday evening. I had planned on going home in between, but my DH made plans for Wednesday night, the one night I was going to be home (I usually just sleep over at my sister's to avoid the 3-hour round-trip all in one day.) So I just set up shop at my sister's for the week!
I love my sister (all 3 of them actually) and I love my nieces (and nephews.) But I do not love spending 4 days trying to protect my 3- and 1-year-old nieces from my menace of a child. I don't know what got into her. Push push push. She spent practically every waking moment pushing one of her cousins. I want that toy! Push. I want that chair! Push. I'm just randomly walking by! Push. You're not bothering me in any way, so I'll go out of my way to push you! Push. You didn't fall over! Push again. In between pushing, she jumped on the couch (forbidden,) jumped OFF the couch (onto a pile of pillows,) ate 3x her body mass [or so it seemed,] and watched DVDs and Netflix. However, much of the show-watching was interrupted and punctuated by pushing.
To give you an idea of the extent of the problem: we arrived Tuesday, around 1pm. By 4pm, the 20-month old had 2 new words: "Push" and "Pushing." And she used them appropriately!
While babysitting I couldn't take Z for time outs with me (normally I remove her from the situation and sit with her for time-outs.) But placing her in a chair by herself seemed ineffectual. Placing her in the kitchen (a baby gate separates the family room from the kitchen) didn't deter. She enjoyed playing with the fridge magnets, and the 3-year-old kept wanting to be in the kitchen with hertormentor friend. Several times I had to just shut her into the baby's room so I could take care of my nieces without her causing more damage. (Like changing a poopy diaper, only to discover that I don't know where the diapers are stored. The normal stash in the living room had been depleted. So I had Z shut in the baby's room, an unhelpful 3-year-old and Free-Range-Baby-Goes-Commando in the living room while I searched the bedrooms and basement for clean diapers. I finally scrounged one out of our diaper bag, and then found Piwu playing on an entire package of them in the living room. Whuuuuuuck? I have no idea where she found them!)
Nothing worked.
She was surprisingly obedient in many cases - when I'd order her to sit at the kitchen table (so she wasn't playing with magnets and couldn't be seen by my niece) she'd go. She just wouldn't comply to stop behaviors, such as couch jumping and pushing. She'd stand there and ask if she could come back and play without pushing. And immediately walk over and push someone. She seemed to think pushing was a fun game, and was almost compulsive about it, and couldn't stop! I'm almost scared to take her to preschool on Monday.
I tried yelling. I tried calm and serious. I tried logic (although telling her that if she hurts her friends that they won't want to play with her loses its edge when said friend is begging and crying to sit back next to her, or to be put in the same room as the her.) I tried separation from the pushees, with and without me. (Without me, she just found stuff to play with. With me was less exciting, as I held her in my lap and read my book.) We tried rewarding the 'good' ones with activities (but by the time we got the paints out, say, they'd made up and Z had already been invited to partake in the fun by Tually.) Only thing left I can think of is spankings, but how will hitting her teach her that hitting is wrong? ["We don't solve our problems with violence!" *Smack!* Yeah.... Not so much.]
Plus she thinks spankings are fun. -_- [Remind me to write about that sometime!]
I love my sister (all 3 of them actually) and I love my nieces (and nephews.) But I do not love spending 4 days trying to protect my 3- and 1-year-old nieces from my menace of a child. I don't know what got into her. Push push push. She spent practically every waking moment pushing one of her cousins. I want that toy! Push. I want that chair! Push. I'm just randomly walking by! Push. You're not bothering me in any way, so I'll go out of my way to push you! Push. You didn't fall over! Push again. In between pushing, she jumped on the couch (forbidden,) jumped OFF the couch (onto a pile of pillows,) ate 3x her body mass [or so it seemed,] and watched DVDs and Netflix. However, much of the show-watching was interrupted and punctuated by pushing.
To give you an idea of the extent of the problem: we arrived Tuesday, around 1pm. By 4pm, the 20-month old had 2 new words: "Push" and "Pushing." And she used them appropriately!
While babysitting I couldn't take Z for time outs with me (normally I remove her from the situation and sit with her for time-outs.) But placing her in a chair by herself seemed ineffectual. Placing her in the kitchen (a baby gate separates the family room from the kitchen) didn't deter. She enjoyed playing with the fridge magnets, and the 3-year-old kept wanting to be in the kitchen with her
Nothing worked.
She was surprisingly obedient in many cases - when I'd order her to sit at the kitchen table (so she wasn't playing with magnets and couldn't be seen by my niece) she'd go. She just wouldn't comply to stop behaviors, such as couch jumping and pushing. She'd stand there and ask if she could come back and play without pushing. And immediately walk over and push someone. She seemed to think pushing was a fun game, and was almost compulsive about it, and couldn't stop! I'm almost scared to take her to preschool on Monday.
I tried yelling. I tried calm and serious. I tried logic (although telling her that if she hurts her friends that they won't want to play with her loses its edge when said friend is begging and crying to sit back next to her, or to be put in the same room as the her.) I tried separation from the pushees, with and without me. (Without me, she just found stuff to play with. With me was less exciting, as I held her in my lap and read my book.) We tried rewarding the 'good' ones with activities (but by the time we got the paints out, say, they'd made up and Z had already been invited to partake in the fun by Tually.) Only thing left I can think of is spankings, but how will hitting her teach her that hitting is wrong? ["We don't solve our problems with violence!" *Smack!* Yeah.... Not so much.]
Plus she thinks spankings are fun. -_- [Remind me to write about that sometime!]
Friday, September 24, 2010
Gettin' My "B" On
I have to keep reminding myself to take deep breaths... that I love these people... that this isn't really ME, it's the hormones and brain chemistry. I've been out of my anti-depressant for a few days, so I'm a little dizzy and woogy feeling (an out-of-it kind of feeling.) But add in some PMS hormones, and I feel like The Hulk. Or Mrs. Hyde.
I had some leftover uncooked noodles from another project and thought it would be fun to let Little Z play with them in a large bowl. I put a little shovel and rake and bucket in with it, and took it down into the TV room. She thought it was great fun... to throw around the room. Sometimes she makes intricate little floor mosaics out of noodles, pistachio shells, and a little toy centerpiece. I've been picking up these noodles for a week now. Today, DH came up and told me to come down and pick up the noodles again, since Z had thrown a ball into the bowl and bounced the noodles out everywhere. I told himhe could suck it I'd be right there. I got downstairs and Z was jumping around giggling, throwing and kicking noodles around, pretending to help clean. Hubby and I cleaned up the noodles. She'd do some raking motion with her hand, like she was helping, only it just flung noodles further out. And then laaaaaaugh and laugh. And her diaper was poopy.
We finished cleaning the noodles up. Changed her diaper. While I'm sitting there with a poopy diaper balled up in my hand, my head about ready to explode with a heady mixture of fatigue, medication withdrawal and hormones, Little Z decides to jump up and down on my legs. I asked her to Get. Off. *Jump jump jump.*
I finally just stood up and left, which kind of rolled her off of me, but I had been sitting on the floor, so she didn't fall or anything. I didn't smack her, fling her across the room, or toss her out the window, which were my initial Mrs. Hyde preferences.
My husband came upstairs. Asked if I was upset about something. Me? Upset? Why would I be upset? It's only Friday, Day 5 of Stay-At-Home-Mommying without a break this week. It's not like I WARNED you that I was feeling depressed this cycle. It's not like I WARNED you that my anti-depressant was out. It's not like you asked me to come pick up some stupid noodles, which could have just been placed out of reach to begin with. IT'S NOT LIKE I'M A WOMAN WITH HORMONES AND STUFF RAMPAGING THROUGH MY BODY LIKE MADDENED WILDEBEESTS! No. Why would I be upset?
I had some leftover uncooked noodles from another project and thought it would be fun to let Little Z play with them in a large bowl. I put a little shovel and rake and bucket in with it, and took it down into the TV room. She thought it was great fun... to throw around the room. Sometimes she makes intricate little floor mosaics out of noodles, pistachio shells, and a little toy centerpiece. I've been picking up these noodles for a week now. Today, DH came up and told me to come down and pick up the noodles again, since Z had thrown a ball into the bowl and bounced the noodles out everywhere. I told him
We finished cleaning the noodles up. Changed her diaper. While I'm sitting there with a poopy diaper balled up in my hand, my head about ready to explode with a heady mixture of fatigue, medication withdrawal and hormones, Little Z decides to jump up and down on my legs. I asked her to Get. Off. *Jump jump jump.*
I finally just stood up and left, which kind of rolled her off of me, but I had been sitting on the floor, so she didn't fall or anything. I didn't smack her, fling her across the room, or toss her out the window, which were my initial Mrs. Hyde preferences.
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