Monday, November 29, 2010

Hide the Crayons, Lock the Toilet, She's hit the terrible two's

Potty Training-
So Puffykins-in her own way and time of course-has somewhat learned how to use the potty...when it's convienient....when it suits her best interests. For instance, when its bedtime, or she wants to get out of the crib. She knows how to do it, rips off her own diaper, uses the BIG potty, wipes and flushes. Sometimes we only known because we here a toilet flush and she makes her bare bottomed appearence asking for a new diaper, "diaper change".

With 3 older school age siblings and myself back in school there is no shortage of crayons, pensils, pens colored pensils within toddler reach in my house. I knew when I was pregnant with child number four she would not dissapoint. My carpets that I was once so proud to say, "I've got 3 kids and a spotless carpet" has gone to crap. There are stains everywhere. My walls? Let's just say I've given up on getting my deposit back. Sure some of the items are washable...when Puffykins got bored and took her toy keychain and carved up the paint in the bedroom....forget it.

Puffykins is the H.Child.I.C. around here.

Briefly, I have saved us from having to call the plumber by rescuing, an Ipod charger, hairpick, hot wheel car and a Q-tip from being flushed down our toilets at the hands of Puffykins. (I still recall the time Wee Man flushed a bar of soap down the toilet, 6 months, 4 people 1 toilet. ugh)

I...I should say, my family and nearby nieghbors wake up at barely 5a.m. with her first earlsplittng request of the day,"cup? Diaper Change? cup?....Mom," till I get up. Sometimes she goes so far as to throw her tinkerbell sippy cup at my bed. When I do finally get up she recites her order, "cup. milk. warm." When I return, she's sitting up in her bed, blanket wrapped around her waist she's "reading" a book with her back towards me with her hand outstretched waiting for me to put her cup in it! Like I'm her dang servent...yes.

That is the puffykin update, I sure hope that turning 3 mellows her out a bit.

Monday, May 10, 2010

The Bra Request

The bra request

How young is too young for a bra?

Back in the day when I was young….wait song in my head…way back when…alright when I was younger, the only girls who had training bras in elementary school were the overweight fifth grade girls (uh myself included)

Seriously, I’m not going to name names but since when was it okay for a skinny second grader to even think to ask for such an item? Tank tops and undershirts okay but a training bra,

“…for practice”?

“To practice what exactly? You have years before you need something like that.”

The very young woman in question then went on to say that her friends had them. Really? So this means that some mother purchased a bra for her 2nd grader, for no other reason then she asked for it? Where’s the social responsibility people, these are 7 and 8 year-olds we are talking about? No doubt it’s something that resembles a sports bra but what are these girls doing on the playground (besides showing off their “bras” that require even that?)

My advise, “Instead of changing your underwear, change your friends”

In my opinion “The Bra” right of passage should occur as necessary and before entering middle school, along with cell phones, I mean what does a kindergartener need with a cell? Don’t get me started that’s a post for another day.

Lost in Imaginitive Play

When I was young my cousin and I lost entire days playing Barbies. I remember she had the original Barbie dream house (orange and white and google-able). I received mine a few years later (pink and white). My Barbie had some babies (from the Heart Family) but no man (but that could be because my cousin’s Barbie, (“Crystal” she called her) kept stealing my men (The Ken dolls)! And I refused to play with the blonde Ken who’s arms did not bend. My Barbie spent her time, changing clothes, shopping and driving around the neighborhood to the Barbie McDonalds.

Oh how I loved the cars. I had the Corvette, the Ferrari, a couple of Mustangs, (a jeep I took from my sister because she never played). I had several furniture sets…and yes I happen to still have them and of course the coolest dolls…like Dana from Barbie and the Rockers.

The great thing about imaginative play was we were free to do whatever we wanted, create a story. Our dolls were lawyers or teachers or secretaries who did gymnastics, they had parties, had children and cooked and took vacations.

Sadly the Barbie Dream House is only available on ebay and at the collector’s price, I probably wouldn’t open the box. However my daughter received a townhouse a few years ago as a gift but it was “too busy” and I refused to play in it and she also avoided it, using it more for storage than anything else. So this year she and I talked about remodeling it so that we can actually get inspired to play with it.

I photo documented the project ( and my daughter loves playing with it and the fact that she’s inheriting some pretty cool…great quality stuff.

Monday, May 3, 2010

#Aging Sucks

In the beginning nothing hurt; I was fearless, bold and naive. Then things began to hurt, tried to stop them….but now everything hurts, everything aches; heart-aches head-aches, body-aches, I guess when things stop hurting again I’ll either be too senile to notice…. or worse #aging sucks.