Fly on the Wall – Newbie Edition

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post.  As mentioned in my title, I’m a newbie at doing this group post.  I first came across it by following the entertaining posts from The Sadder But Wiser Girl.   Today 12 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.

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First things first – a brief introduction to my dear family:

  • Me – (Cathy) or Mama O. – Mom / part-time Marketing guru
  • Daddy O. – my dear enginerd
  • Big Sister – 4 years old with some diva-like qualities
  • Little Brother – 2.5 years old, talkative train lover

For a visual, here’s one of my favorite family pictures from May 2013.

Big sister, Mama O, Daddy O, and Little Brother

The best family picture we’ve had in a LONG time!

On Toys / Keeping Track of Things

Me to Daddy O., “I wish we didn’t lose that wooden tongs for the toaster.”

Daddy O. – “And our marbles too.”  Ha ha.  We LITERALLY lost the marbles for the recently received Mouse Trap game.

Sibling Love / Randomness

Little Sister professes, “Mom, I want to marry my brother.”  To which I reply, “Well, I think you’ll change your mind about that when you get older.”  She was insistent, “NO, I do want to marry him.”  We went back and forth on this for sometime.  Isn’t that sweet though?

Big sister randomly, “Remember I am a Ma’am.” Yes, ma’am!

Upon learning to ride her new bike with training wheels, big sister declares, “You can’t laugh when you’re riding a bike.”  Good advice…and later she adds, “…or you can’t clap (when riding a bike).”

Big Sister exclaimed, “Mom, look there’s a spider on your head,” pauses for a short second, “April Fool’s.”  Me in reply, “You got me! Good one.”  A few minutes later she adds, “God and Jesus made April Fool’s.” Okay then.

Little Brother has frequently told me, “I want to be in a boy dance class with a boy teacher.”  He assumes this will be the case since he see his sister in an all girl dance class with a girl teacher.  Here they are after her dance class together:

My Ballerina Diva and her little brother "photo-bombing" her pic

My Ballerina Diva and her little brother “photo-bombing” her pic

An early morning conversation with little brother

“Mom, what’s that on your face?”

I explain, “a zit.”

“What’s a zit?”  (Hearing a 2 year old say that is really cute)

Realizing I need to elaborate, “It’s something people can get when they’re older.”

Little brother goes on, “When I’m three I’ll get a zit.”

“No, honey, older than three. When you’re a teenager.”

Little brother, “4?”

Me, understanding that teenager means nothing to him, “No.”

Little brother summing it up, “Somebody gets a zit and somebody cries.”

Me, “Sure.”  Sounds about right.

Daddy O. and Big Sister at Dinner

“Daddy, my mouth is like a vacuum!”

Daddy egging her on, “Oh so you’re sucking up food?”

Me, 5 minutes later, “What happened to your vacuum sweetie?  Where is it?”

Big sister explains, “It ran to Arizona.”  Obviously.

Offering a suggestion, I say, “You need a replacement vacuum or please eat with your regular old mouth.”

Big sister, “Vacuum!”  (and eating)

Me, “It came back from Arizona?!”

Big sister answers, “Yup, it zipped back; ran away from a coyote.”

A Regular Day in Little Brother’s Room

I tried turning on an old lamp that I didn’t want turned on and said, “Oh no, it’s broken.”  (actually it was unplugged).  Little brother offered, “It’s out of gas.”  Big sister butts in, “Lamps don’t use gas. They use electricity silly.”  Smarty pants!

On Name Calling / Misusing Words

Somehow Little Brother learned naughty names and called me “butthead” three times in one week.

Big sister said she had a “knick knack name” from a friend at school.

Big sister rather sternly to little brother, “You’re lying!”  Little brother adamantly screams, “I’m not a lion.”

As I’m reading an Elephant and Piggie book with Little Brother, he says, “He’s blowing water from his funnel.”  I explain, “Well, that’s a trunk on the elephant, not a funnel.  Do you have train on the brain?”  He just giggles!

Mama O. reading to a whole crowd on a play date.

Mama O. reading to a whole crowd on a play date.

Just between Moms

On a recent road trip and day of shopping with friends, we drove in my friend’s vehicle to pick up other mom-friends.  As they came to the vehicle, one said in all honesty, “Nice minivan.”  I cracked up, “Oh how our compliments have changed through the years.  We ARE Moms.”

Closing Thoughts

Upon shedding layers to finally enjoy Spring after such a brutal Wisconsin Winter, I felt some type of toy in my daughter’s lightweight jacket pocket.  I reached in to see what treasure lie in the pocket, and happily shared with my husband, “The marbles!  We’re not losing them after all.”

Cheers to keeping your marbles!  Read more fun Fly on the Wall posts by clicking on these links for a peek into some other homes:

 

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Tales of a Four Year Old Diva Ballerina

As I mentioned in an earlier post – On Becoming a Dance Mom – dance is a new thing for my family.  Now that we’ve had two class sessions it’s been a series of trial and error on how to best arrive on-time to dance class and keep my daughter in class for the entire forty-five minutes. I THINK we finally figured out our best routine – at LAST!

I guess you could say that my daughter is a Four Year Old Diva Ballerina.  Here are a few of her distinct qualities:

Diva Quality One – It’s ALL about ME. (Wait – don’t all kids think this?!)

She has a different, much slower concept of time, especially in the morning, which doesn’t coincide with actual, real world time.  She cannot move quickly while getting ready. Breakfast must be consumed at her own pace.  She often gets distracted in the morning, and I need to find different ways to keep things moving along.  It can be a struggle getting out the door to put it mildly!

Diva Quality Two – Conditions MUST be perfect for optimum performance.

“Don’t pull my hair!” To which I respond, “I know honey. I am not trying to hurt you. I will give you a low ponytail.”  By the end of class today, her ponytail was taken out entirely. I’m glad the teacher doesn’t care!

“My legs hurt.”  This complaint was debuted before she went to her first dance class. I haven’t heard it in awhile, so maybe the growth spurt has since passed.

“I have a headache and my stomach hurts too.”  She tossed this one out at me as I buckled her into her car seat last week. While she had a crabby look on her face, I didn’t buy it, so onto class we went.

“I’m hot.”  Apparently the room IS hot where the girls dance.  This can cause her skin to itch.

“I have the itchies.”  We apply generous amounts of lotion prior to getting dressed to make sure her skin is adequately moisturized in this dry, winter weather.  Sometimes this does the trick.  Last week the itchies re-appeared even after putting on lotion due to a costume issue (read on).

When we have NOT prepared for dry skin issues, and I’m watching the class, she’s come out early because her skin is bothering her. As I once played in the gym with my son during her class, we came back to find her standing in one spot in class with a pouty, crabby expression.  Naturally, I let her come to me to see what was wrong, and it was the itchies. Sigh.

Diva Quality Three – Some Costumes and Shoes WILL. NOT. DO.

“Cut out the tag.  The (cut-out) tag (piece that still remains) is itching me.  I need a band-aid.” Next leotard.  Fortunately that was okay – a good thing since we only have two.

My shoes are pinching me (when worn without tights).  One week I tried having her wear leggings instead of tights to see if that would be more comfortable and prevent some of the “itchies.”  This just caused her ballet shoes to rub on her bare skin, so she left class early again! Sigh.

Diva Quality Four – Love your Audience

She covers me with kisses on both cheeks and even the lips when she leaves for dance class.  When finished, I’m greeted with smiles and a big hug, and sometimes MORE kisses.  Here are some pictures I took after one class of my happy little ballerina:

My Ballerina Diva and her little brother "photo-bombing" her pic

My Diva Ballerina and her little brother “photo-bombing” her pic

Dance Mama O.’s Closing Thoughts

Through trial and error of attending dance classes at our local YMCA, I have realized that I need to leave the viewing area during class to ensure she’ll stay in class for the ENTIRE TIME. This means two things:

  1. I get in a workout on a machine, while my daughter learns some new ballet moves. (win – win)
  2. I don’t get to see all of this cuteness during class.

Ballet class has been a good learning experience for both of us these past few months.  Yet, I’m not jumping at the next opportunity to sign her up again because this is a beginner dance class for ages 3 – 5 that basically repeats the same thing each session.  Nor am I searching for a more structured dance studio for her to further develop as a dancer.  After all, she’s only four…giving her plenty of time to figure our what activities she really enjoys. I’m hoping we can downplay the “diva” and just break out our dance moves at home for awhile.

Has anyone else dealt with diva-like and general poky behavior getting out the door in the morning?  Any advice along those lines is welcome!

Random Thoughts on Life AC (After Children)

The lack of naps today is really cramping my style – specifically my desire to blog and be on the computer uninterrupted. Given my circumstances, this is the best, quick, random post that I can offer today.  It’s been hanging out in my drafts for sometime, so I figured I’d just let it free.

After countless diaper changes, blow-outs, leaks, wipes and smells, I HAVE NO DESIRE to play with BROWN PlayDoh.  Please discontinue this color, or make it go missing in my house.

I am pretty much immune to all bodily fluids having successfully potty trained one child, getting spit up on, puked on, peed & pooped on.  It can all be cleaned up!

It is so nice to just go into a store by yourself – no one else to get out of car seats, haul in the store, or coerce back into the car.  Being alone is so easy now, and I enjoy it….for awhile until I start missing my family!

When my kids fall asleep in the car, and I have errands to run, I would LOVE to have a drive thru for Target and the grocery store.  I could just hand over my list to a friendly store associate, and he or she could quickly run around the store, gather my things, and return with a portable charge card thing-a-ma-bob, so I could pay when they delivered everything to my car.  My kids would continue to sleep peacefully through all of this.  A true win-win!

Am I ADD? Is being around my children shortening MY attention span, as I watch them go from one thing to the next?

I never realized how LONG it can take to get three people ready (myself included) and out the door, dressed in full winter gear, fed, teeth brushed, bag packed for our outing.  Today we went swimming and it took FOREVER to leave our house and the locker room – possibly longer than we even swam! Ugh…

I have no patience for an adult being late (without having any kids to distract you).  C’mon adults, it’s called planning and time management!

I appreciate the little things more – a dinner without milk getting spilled all over the floor, kids putting away their dishes in the dishwasher without too much prodding, quality sleep night after night, fewer timeouts.  This parenting thing CAN and IS getting easier at times, and we celebrate the successes as a family!

Hello Kitty Party and Many Superheros!

We had a Hello Kitty Birthday Party to celebrate my daughter turning FOUR!  I knew to expect that much, having created and decorated a lot of the festivities in advance.  What I did NOT expect was to have MANY Superheros on hand the day of the party.

So how do superheros and Hello Kitty go together, you may ask?  Easy. Superheros magically appear when the main event planner, chef, and all around head-honcho (aka Mom) gets the stomach flu the morning of the party. Immediately after getting up, to be exact, I realized I could not make it to the kitchen to feed our begging Sumo Kitty breakfast and detoured to the bathroom.  Ugh. This was the WORST that I thought possible for the day of a party.

SURPRISE! Enter superhero Daddy O. to save the day.  He placed me in quarantine and did what all superheros do when they face a daunting task, call for back-up!  Super aunts and grandparents answered the call, and helped save the day! Daddy O. conquered two new recipes – Baked Ziti IV (All Recipes.com) and marshmallow cream frosting. According to all party goers, the ziti was awesome.  When my stomach was up to it, I also enjoyed some leftovers a few days later.  My sister suggested making two smaller pans, so you can freeze some for another meal, a great idea for the next time we make it.  The frosting SOUNDED good and looked so tasty (thanks Pinterest), but didn’t quite live up to expectations. It was just okay.  I’m so glad we had some store-bought frosting on hand, since Daddy O. had to frost cupcakes & a small cake that morning as well!  My hero!

While I laid in bed, I was forced to let go and be “saved” by the wonderful helpers to make my daughter’s party come together.  Even though things didn’t go according to my initial plan, it all worked out beautifully.  I couldn’t have been happier (though it pained me to be apart from my kiddos and family for most of the party).  I did make an appearance for opening presents and singing “Happy Birthday.”  Big sister LOVED it all – as you can see in her glowing eyes and oh-so-wide smile!

Here are a few shots of our day:

Hello Kitty Birthday Party for my big 4 year old girl

Hello Kitty Birthday Party for my big 4 year old girl

A few notes on the decor – Hello Kitty stuff is EVERYWHERE!  I found so much at Target (the “planter” is really a Trick-or-Treat bag), tablecloth, napkins, etc.  If you search Google Images or Pinterest for Hello Kitty Party, you’ll see so many ideas!  I had drawn the pin-the-bow on Hello Kitty picture after I realized there are many free printables online.  The tissue paper flowers were very easy to make, though I think I’ll follow these instructions next time. The adorable shirt was made (and personalized under the design) by an extremely talented family member. She also owns her own business, though I’ll save promoting it for another blog post!

All in all my daughter’s 4th birthday was quite lovely…until later that night, right after swimming lessons, when the birthday girl threw-up in the locker room and on her brother. Oh joy! Even Super Hero Daddy O. was affected by the same bug two days after the party.

Note to future self – when anyone in your house pukes the day of the party, just call it off, as more puking is bound to follow! Ugh.

Have you been sick the day of your kid’s birthday party?  How did you make it work?