So we took our 5 year old to her elementary school tonight to enroll her for kindergarten in the fall. I was prepared for shyness, crying, some whining, and impatience. I had a whole speech prepared about how wonderful school would be and how much she was going to learn.
Trash that, she did better than I did.
She walked right up to her teacher and introduced herself. She politely asked if she could color and cut. She very nicely waited her turn to play on the computer and then was all kinds of smart on the thing.
She is ready. More than ready.
I'm not a "clingy" mom. I don't wait around after preschool drop-off for my kids to cry and need me. I don't encourage them to be whiny or clingy or attached. I am matter-of-fact when we get there. I kiss them good-bye and tell them, "I love you, I will be back soon!" And walk out the door.
I really wanted some of that clingy-ness tonight. Instead she pretty much told me to get lost!
I know this is good. I know this means I have done a good job raising her and encouraging her to be independent and self aware. I was really proud when she immediately began interacting with the kindergarten teacher. But, this was one of the few times I wish she needed me a little more!!!!
sigh
I think I deserve a gold star for making sure she has the beginning skills to becoming a reasonable, responsible member of society. I think I earn another star for not crying! And she earns a star for being the stellar little girl I have helped her become.
We will have to re-visit this topic when kindergarten actually starts, but my gut tells me it's going to go very well.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
I may be reincarnated as an alarm clock
So I have this little problem with being on time.
For as much organizational skills I have, I can not seem to get out of the house on time in the mornings, or the afternoons, or anything in the evening for that matter.
That's not to say I'm not trying. I typically get everything ready the night before. That means clothing laid out, lunches and snacks made and packed the night before. I prep my diaper bag and set it by the door. I lay out my clothing. I get the laundry ready to go in as soon as I wake up.....you'd think I could get somewhere 10 minutes early.
With my son needing to catch the bus, my timing has gotten better. And I will tell you my secret. I got this tip from a "mommy" magazine and it made so much sense I felt like an idiot for not thinking of it sooner. I set a timer.
We all sit down to breakfast at the same time in the mornings. When we do this I check the clock and set the timer for 20 minutes before I need to be out the door. When that timer goes off, breakfast is over. No matter what. Most of the time the kiddos are already done and clearing their dishes, but it ends the "I can really eat another piece of toast, or another egg, or bowl of cereal" debate.
I reset that timer for 10 minutes. Which is 10 minutes before we need to be out the door. I usher those with teeth into the bathroom, where we set a 2 minutes timer to brush teeth. Hair gets brushed and faces tidied.
The timer is usually going off again. This is when we put on shoes and coats and hats. The baby goes in the carseat. My shoes and coat go on.
At this point something usually goes wrong. Someone ALWAYS poops. Or takes off their shoes. Or runs off with my keys. Or my phone rings.
I was doing soooooo well!
By the time I change the stinky culprit, my keys found, and the shoes put back on we are already late.
Boo-hoo. I know, I know, I know. I need to change the timer so I have 15 minutes after the bathroom routine......but trust me. I did this one morning, and we were STILL LATE!!!!!!!!!!! It just gives them more time to poop or take off their shoes.
I guess I need to be more firm on the, "If you take off your shoes you are in big trouble" speech. Or I need to potty train all my kids (yeah, right!) or hide my keys. Wait, if I hide my keys, then we will really be late.
***By the way, I do account for load time into the car. It takes roughly 5 minutes to get 3 children buckled into car seats, baby loaded in, and my bag in the passenger seat.
sigh
And I hate being late. I just don't know what else to do. I have no idea how this goes wrong every single morning.
This is not to say that things have gotten better with the timer. We are more on time then we ever have been. And at least for most things, a few minutes late isn't the end of the world. I am not usually more than 5 minutes late anymore.
But the bus doesn't wait even 3 minutes for anybody.
It was vacation week at preschool last week, so this week we are re-adjusting the system. And some would say duct-taping the shoes to their feet.
But we are actually going to try cartoons in the morning. I am going to build in 10 minutes into my morning so that once they are all ready to go, they earn cartoons until the timer goes off again and we have to walk out the door. What my strategy is that instead of taking shoes off and running away, they will sit and watch a few minutes of cartoons while I'm changing the inevitable messy diaper.
And I'm sure you are all thinking, what if they cry when you turn the TV off? My poor kids are programed to think that when the timer goes off, something else happens, even if they LOVE the current activity. (And my children will always choose "bye-bye" over cartoons.)
I will keep you posted. And I promise that this will be the only TV parenting tip I will ever blog about.
For as much organizational skills I have, I can not seem to get out of the house on time in the mornings, or the afternoons, or anything in the evening for that matter.
That's not to say I'm not trying. I typically get everything ready the night before. That means clothing laid out, lunches and snacks made and packed the night before. I prep my diaper bag and set it by the door. I lay out my clothing. I get the laundry ready to go in as soon as I wake up.....you'd think I could get somewhere 10 minutes early.
With my son needing to catch the bus, my timing has gotten better. And I will tell you my secret. I got this tip from a "mommy" magazine and it made so much sense I felt like an idiot for not thinking of it sooner. I set a timer.
We all sit down to breakfast at the same time in the mornings. When we do this I check the clock and set the timer for 20 minutes before I need to be out the door. When that timer goes off, breakfast is over. No matter what. Most of the time the kiddos are already done and clearing their dishes, but it ends the "I can really eat another piece of toast, or another egg, or bowl of cereal" debate.
I reset that timer for 10 minutes. Which is 10 minutes before we need to be out the door. I usher those with teeth into the bathroom, where we set a 2 minutes timer to brush teeth. Hair gets brushed and faces tidied.
The timer is usually going off again. This is when we put on shoes and coats and hats. The baby goes in the carseat. My shoes and coat go on.
At this point something usually goes wrong. Someone ALWAYS poops. Or takes off their shoes. Or runs off with my keys. Or my phone rings.
I was doing soooooo well!
By the time I change the stinky culprit, my keys found, and the shoes put back on we are already late.
Boo-hoo. I know, I know, I know. I need to change the timer so I have 15 minutes after the bathroom routine......but trust me. I did this one morning, and we were STILL LATE!!!!!!!!!!! It just gives them more time to poop or take off their shoes.
I guess I need to be more firm on the, "If you take off your shoes you are in big trouble" speech. Or I need to potty train all my kids (yeah, right!) or hide my keys. Wait, if I hide my keys, then we will really be late.
***By the way, I do account for load time into the car. It takes roughly 5 minutes to get 3 children buckled into car seats, baby loaded in, and my bag in the passenger seat.
sigh
And I hate being late. I just don't know what else to do. I have no idea how this goes wrong every single morning.
This is not to say that things have gotten better with the timer. We are more on time then we ever have been. And at least for most things, a few minutes late isn't the end of the world. I am not usually more than 5 minutes late anymore.
But the bus doesn't wait even 3 minutes for anybody.
It was vacation week at preschool last week, so this week we are re-adjusting the system. And some would say duct-taping the shoes to their feet.
But we are actually going to try cartoons in the morning. I am going to build in 10 minutes into my morning so that once they are all ready to go, they earn cartoons until the timer goes off again and we have to walk out the door. What my strategy is that instead of taking shoes off and running away, they will sit and watch a few minutes of cartoons while I'm changing the inevitable messy diaper.
And I'm sure you are all thinking, what if they cry when you turn the TV off? My poor kids are programed to think that when the timer goes off, something else happens, even if they LOVE the current activity. (And my children will always choose "bye-bye" over cartoons.)
I will keep you posted. And I promise that this will be the only TV parenting tip I will ever blog about.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Time stands still, well, not really
Today (and for the next few days) my DD is 5, my DS is 3, my DS is 1, and my sweet baby boy is 8 weeks.....
And it won't stay that way. It keeps changing, they keep growing! Every time I turn around one of them masters a new skill, learns a new word, or finds something new to explore. I can't keep up! Although, as of this moment, all 4 of their baby books are current and up to date :-)
I am so sad some days. My 3 oldest kiddos have grown up so fast. They aren't small and helpless anymore. They have their own thoughts and feelings. They don't need me, like when I first "met" them.
I think I need to be needed. (That sounds like I may be in need of a good therapist!)
I don't really want them to stay infants forever. I love watching them grow and change. But I miss the smallness of those first few months. My tiny boy right now has already grown sooooo much. Each coo and smile I coax out of him is a delight....and a reminder that he will also grow up.
Maybe I need a small teddy bear. Something the same size as a newborn (right around 7 pounds!) that I can hold each time I feel like they aren't small anymore. Maybe I can talk my DH into a small dog that will always need my constant attention. Maybe it means I will need another baby one day :)
But, I think it boils down to realizing that my babies are growing up. That I should focus on the moment and the future instead of missing the past. And if you aren't looking forward, you will miss many important moments.
Time can't stand still. It continues to move forward at a constant rate. I will just have to take lots of pictures and focus on the moment......so I can have the memories that will last!
I have one little "mommy tip" that should earn you a gold star. I started this with my DD, and have done it with all my DS's. Each child has a small stuffed animal. I have taken their picture next to that animal at various points in their development. At 4 days, at 6 weeks, at 3 months...etc. It is amazing to see how much they grow!!!! And something about having a comparison makes it so much more incredible.
If I ever have enough time, or energy, I will post of few of them...it blows my mind to see how small they once were. But, in some ways, its nice to see just how far we have come.
And it won't stay that way. It keeps changing, they keep growing! Every time I turn around one of them masters a new skill, learns a new word, or finds something new to explore. I can't keep up! Although, as of this moment, all 4 of their baby books are current and up to date :-)
I am so sad some days. My 3 oldest kiddos have grown up so fast. They aren't small and helpless anymore. They have their own thoughts and feelings. They don't need me, like when I first "met" them.
I think I need to be needed. (That sounds like I may be in need of a good therapist!)
I don't really want them to stay infants forever. I love watching them grow and change. But I miss the smallness of those first few months. My tiny boy right now has already grown sooooo much. Each coo and smile I coax out of him is a delight....and a reminder that he will also grow up.
Maybe I need a small teddy bear. Something the same size as a newborn (right around 7 pounds!) that I can hold each time I feel like they aren't small anymore. Maybe I can talk my DH into a small dog that will always need my constant attention. Maybe it means I will need another baby one day :)
But, I think it boils down to realizing that my babies are growing up. That I should focus on the moment and the future instead of missing the past. And if you aren't looking forward, you will miss many important moments.
Time can't stand still. It continues to move forward at a constant rate. I will just have to take lots of pictures and focus on the moment......so I can have the memories that will last!
I have one little "mommy tip" that should earn you a gold star. I started this with my DD, and have done it with all my DS's. Each child has a small stuffed animal. I have taken their picture next to that animal at various points in their development. At 4 days, at 6 weeks, at 3 months...etc. It is amazing to see how much they grow!!!! And something about having a comparison makes it so much more incredible.
If I ever have enough time, or energy, I will post of few of them...it blows my mind to see how small they once were. But, in some ways, its nice to see just how far we have come.
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