Herding Cats

Thought this was worth sharing. I absolutely love the idea! Enjoy!

(Not) Dealing with it

As a military wife, I am suppose to be the backbone of the family. I am suppose to be strong, confident, tend to both myself and my children while not complaining one bit that my husband might be some place else warm and defending our country. Even though he might not want - strike that - does not want to be there without his family, I still envy him when both boys start to act up and I feel as though I can barely make it through the rest of the day. But should I really mention this to hubby/Daddy? Nope. I am to remain strong so he can focus and accomplish the task at hand so he can just come home when his time is over.

Since Daddy left for Cuba almost 3 months ago (boy does it seem and how I wish it were longer), LMA has been dealing with Daddy being gone. Or not.

Lately, I've noticed LMA's attention span dwindling. Incident reports are being handed to me on a daily basis, it seems, from his school teacher. Temper tantrums are at an all time high. He's constantly acting as if he is tired, at least that's what he tells me. Some of this has changed, like acting bored, since Pop-pop has arrived last month, but the others are still affecting our daily life. I've even gone so far as to wonder if he is starting to show signs of ADD. But my mother assures me that he is not. He wouldn't be able to sit still for 20 minutes while you read him a or several books, he wouldn't be able to sit still for 20 minutes while he plays with his LEGOS, and so on.

The other day, after waking up at 7am (I know for some that is sleeping in, but for my first born he should really be sleeping in until 8am), I was determined to make him have "quiet time". He of course thinks that includes sleeping, but to me its' just simply "down time". So that's what we are calling it now. He, on the other hand, was determined to fight me the entire way.

We walked, or should I say, I walked with LMA being dragged behind, into his room. I, with book in hand ("How to talk to children and how to listen so children will talk"), sat down in the middle of the room and began to pick out some books for him. He wanted to play. And was completely focused on that and nothing else. When he moved closer to the closed door, I would pulled him back into the room. Finally I sat in front of the door. When he came close again, I grabbed him and gave him the biggest bear hug. This time, I was going to take the squeeze approach to handling this tantrum.

After wriggling what seemed like 5 minutes, I finally began to whisper words in his ear. "Daddy loves you, A. Daddy misses you, A. Mommy loves you, A. Mommy loves you so much."

His reply? "I don't love Daddy. I don't miss Daddy. I don't love you, Mom."

I just kept repeating the words over and over, even though he was still wriggling and yelling "Let me go!" I held tight.

Finally, I asked, "Tell me how you are feeling. Are you mad the Army took Daddy away? Are you sad he's not here? Do you want to draw how you feel? If you were a color, what color would you be right now?" These just happened to be ideas about tantrums in the book that I was able to read while he was trying to sneak out of his room. This caught his attention.

After he finally calmed down and we talked about how he felt, we settled down on his bed to read "The Velveteen Rabbit". If it wasn't for the fact that he had to go pee halfway through the book, I'm fairly certain he would have fallen asleep. Even still, just laying down, listening intently to the story seemed to calm him.

Since then, I'm lost as to how to make his daily life better without Daddy here. I'm determined to have him spend at least 30 minutes in his room reading. It doesn't have to be in his bed, so maybe that will appeal to him. Last night though, while reading the "Parade" magazine from the sunday paper, I found an article about Flat Daddies. The story, about a mother of three who's husband has been deployed several times and has missed all 3 of his three-year-old daughter's birthdays, talked about the adventures with their Flat Daddy. He spends almost every occasion with them even going to Chuck E Cheeses, the mall, birthday parties, and of course, holidays.

This, I decided, is my answer. If I order it this week, we should have a Flat Daddy by Christmas. I was hoping we could get it in time for LMA's birthday party, the week prior which also happens to be Daddy's birthday, but I almost think that Christmas would be even better. Of course, hubby is going to wonder what the hell is going thru my head. I have to hope for the best. If it doesn't work, then maybe it'll help us, not just LMA, remember that Daddy is still a part of this family. Even if he is hundreds of miles away he's still here in our hearts.

All for me?? You shouldn't have.

No, really. I wish he hadn't.

LMA has officially entered the 4 year old stage where everything is overly emotional, overly exaggerated, overly everything. It's like living with myself while on PMS ALL. THE. TIME.

It's exhausting.

So the other day when he decided that he couldn't put his clothes on all by himself like he has been doing now for the last few months, he went WAY over board.

For four hours he walked around in his underwear crying, "I CAAAN'T put my shirt on, MA-OOOM!!"

Being the mother that I am I told him, "Yes, you can. Go into your room and try again."

Trust me there were times when I wanted to say, "Fine, A! You win. Come here and I"ll put on your d#@$m shirt!" but unfortunately for him, I did not. It was the basic principle of it. I knew he could and he just wanted attention. And every temper tantrum needs an audience.

So, when I had finally had enough I asked him to just put on his pants. Ok, he could do that, but the shirt thing was still throwing him for a loop. Now mind you, this is the same child who for almost 4 years I have been putting on his own socks. One day, right in front of me while I was dressing BBZ, he decides to do it all by himself. I was astonished. Thrilled to say the least!

By the end of the four hours, after I knew he was cold with no shirt, no socks on, I finally gave in. Just a little. I walked into his room and told him to "show me on you are putting on your shirt." Wouldn't you know, he did it just fine.

Grrrr!

Thanks. You really shouldn't have. Really.

Puzzled?

Since Daddy has been gone, LMA has been, well a little bored with me.

"I wish Daddy were here so I could have someone to play with."


I know at times I am trying WAY too hard to do everything and keep both boys entertained (although I'm pretty sure if you gave them a cardboard box they would be perfectly fine). Unfortunately, it's really taken a toll on LMA.

Fortunately, in just two more weeks, he'll have someone to play with once again. And that means, I'll be able to relax just a little bit myself.


Are you sure you are ready to join the crazy house again, Dad? Well, we're waiting for you.

Dinner for Three

Well, now that BBZ is a year old, I assume he can eat the same stuff as the rest of us. And he can for the most part, they just need to be in smaller pieces or when he shovels everything into his mouth it kind of "back fires" if you know what I mean.

So the other day, while I was preparing plates for dinner, I had to stop myself and do a double take.


I'm actually preparing dinner for three again. This time however, it's for two small people and me.

And when Daddy gets home next year, it will be for four. I wonder what the plates will look like then.


Added note: The boys did NOT finish everything on their plates but came pretty close to it.