Tuesday, March 31, 2009

No dice on the ballet thing tonight. I knew it was going south this morning in the car when she started whining about going. Then she dragged her feet getting dressed. And finally the whiny teary, "I don't want to go..."

So I just said fine, we're done. Sent a note to the studio just now.

I'm bummed. I think she will regret it. And I am so baffled at what is causing this.

So, we had to have some consequences since she didn't finish out the session as we discussed. There will be no TV this week. And I'm not signing her up for anything new until she's older. So she will be bummed about tennis lessons and cheer camp getting nixed from the summer schedule. (That was going to be the two activities that replaced Gymnastics and Ballet, which go on summer hiatus.)

She will also have to do some extra chores over the next couple of weeks to pay me back the $35 I spent on a recital costume that we will probably never see. So if anyone has any ideas on appropriate 4 year old chores, let me know. It needs to be above and beyond the things she does all the time, like helping to set the table and clearing her plate. I'm thinking she might be in charge of picking up the toys in the living room every night for a week or so. It's mostly her brother's mess, so that seems like work - right?

Aw boo. I'm bummed. I liked ballet. Little girls in pink tutus. Learning some poise, and appreciation for music other than Hanna Montana. Ballet is good.

Argh. I wish she would - or could - find the words to tell me why she is so adamant about not going back. It is SO weird. This is a girl who wants to read books about ballerinas all the time. Watched the Nutcracker from start to finish with wide eyes. Dances in the living room every night after dinner. Watches Shirley Temple movies just for the tap dancing...Me No Get.

~Clover

Monday, March 30, 2009

The last 10 days are going to have to be stricken from my Mother of the Year application. In fact, I am leery about putting it all out here for the world to see, lest any of you fail to see the humor and call CPS. I am not even kidding. I am the mother of one Sweet William, after all. Son of Mr. Emergency Room hisownself. My poor MIL will tell you through gritted teeth about how CPS made a visit to their house when my betrothed was young. Too many trips to the ER and they get a little suspicious.

My tale of woe begins with a first. Will’s first bloody nose. He took a header off the couch. I am sure that the hurt was real, but when he saw the blood he ramped up the screaming and wailing. So you would think that it would have taken him longer than 2 minutes to take another header off the exact same spot and give himself a black eye. Incidentally, not his first black eye. Not even close.

48 hours later and we almost had to call the police. Ok. Well. Not really. But that was on my list of answers to the question that was running frantically through my head - “Oh crap, now what do I do?” We had just pulled into the garage, and I was distracted by the fact that minutes before the garage door malfunctioned. I unbuckled Will from his seat and he beelined it for the front of my car where, lately, he likes to pretend to drive. I am not sure if that is just a boy thing, or if my parents taught him how to do that. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was the former. But since Sweet Pea learned to “drive” in Grandma’s Cadillac, you just never know. So anyway, there he was all safe and contained in the car while I was checking out the garage door situation. At the exact same moment that I heard him lock the car door I remembered that my keys were in there with him. Admittedly, “Oh crap” may not have been exactly what I was thinking. Mr. G had the spare, at least 20 minutes away. Will played happily while we waited. But about 2 minutes before the key arrived he made a tactical error – stepping on the lock button. I felt like I was freeing my baby from imminent danger. He felt like I was tearing him away from the Best Toy Ever.

I was lulled into complacency by the (major) incident free days that followed. Just normal Toddler bumps and scrapes. But Saturday night he almost drowned.
Ok. Again. Not really. But he did climb into the bathtub fully clothed. Which made a gigantic mess and freaked me the hell out.

And then tonight, just when I thought we had left Bad Mommy week behind, Boy Wonder managed to free himself from the intricate strap system in our new baby backpack and climb out of it while I was walking down the street with him on my back. Suddenly there he was, coming over the top of my head. I actually had to have a stranger help me because he couldn’t get all the way out, but he couldn’t get back in either. (Not that he had ANY plans to do so.) Once free his entire life mission was to run toward the road. I am sure that there are some neighbors who are going to be keeping a closer eye on me after seeing me restraining him by his hood. (The kid is a master at breaking free of me. Hence the backpack. Which will now require duct tape.) And we were a long way from home.

In other news, Sweet Pea fell off her bike and skinned her knee. The one inch long scrape involved actual “bleed” and required two bandaids. It starts to hurt really badly whenever there is someone new in the room. She is not quite sure she is going to be able to make it to any of her activities for the next several weeks, and requests that cards and gifts be sent directly to her room so she doesn’t have to climb the stairs.

I need a hot bath and a glass of wine...
~Clover

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Real quick...Can someone please explain to me how to pottytrain a boychild? Will is starting to have real interest in the potty. He tells me when he's got messy pants, he goes into the bathroom and points at the toilet, talks about the potty, etc. So tonight before his bath I put him on the potty seat just to let him sit there. He thought that was all kinds of fun. But I was thinking...how is that going to work? If he pees it's just going all over, right?

Ok. Thanks. :)

Oh, and if you see him don't be shocked if he points to his diaper and says, "Penis!" He kinda loves it.

~Clover

Monday, March 23, 2009

I have absolutely NOTHING interesting to talk about today. Isn't that weird? We had a great weekend and did fun things. But, meh. I don't feel like it. Sorry universe. I'm being selfish with my memories today. It's Monday afterall...

~Clover

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Alright wise wimmins (and mens who never post comments)...I need you. Again. I am having a parenting conundrum.

It goes like this: Three ballet classes ago Sweet Pea came out at the halfway mark and told me tearily that she wanted to go home. She was starting to have the sniffles a little bit. So although I asked her several questions to find out what was making her want to go right then, I didn't really think twice about it. Home we went.

Then the next week she threw me a curveball by tearily refusing to go into the class once we were at the ballet studio. She didn't say a word about not wanting to go the whole time we were getting ready, or in the car...but when we got there she flat out refused to go in. I asked her if something had happened - my guess was that she was reprimanded by the teacher for not paying attention or being disruptive or something. She said no, nothing. So I told her that she needed to stay. She cried more. I told her that if we left that was it. No more ballet. She tearfully agreed to the conditions and went to the car. I was totally nonplussed. Where was this coming from?

Later she told me that one of the girls in class had said something that hurt her feelings. I told her that she couldn't let someone else ruin an activity that she loved. I told her that sticks and stones can break your bones...etc. etc. etc. If we're being honest I'm not sure that is actually what happened anyway. She is always reporting the rude things the other kids at preschool say and she is not phased. I think she just picked one of the myriad of things we (me, Mr. G, Grandma) were asking her about and stuck with it. As in, Me: "Did someone say something that hurt your feelings?" Her: "Uh...Yes? I mean, yes. Yes, that's exactly what happened."

If I really thought that she just hated ballet I would let her give it up. I mean, she's 4. This is not FAME. No big deal. Not to mention it costs $40 a month. But I think she does love it. And I think she would have serious regrets about quitting. So Mr. G and I decided to play Good Cop/Bad Cop and he told her that she needed to finish out the year. (Through May.) When we told her she seemed relieved. We also talked about it another time during the week AND this morning. Each time she seemed to be over it to me.

Then tonight she was practically in tears as we were getting in the car. We got to the ballet studio and she refused to go in the class. So I made her sit with me in the parents' waiting area for the whole hour. All the little girls in her class told her that they missed her and asked her to come in with them. No dice. She watched them practice their dance for the recital and was not moved. She did get pretty bored, and at the end of class she told me that she would like to participate next week. So maybe it's over. But, she's 4. 4 is fickle. So who knows if we will have a similar battle next time.

So. Am I doing the right thing? Should I have just let her quit? Now that we have laid down the law, what do we do if she is still upset to the point of tears next time?

That girl has a frightening ability to call my bluff. I am totally at a loss here.

Heeeeeelp!

And some random photos. Because it is Tuesday.

Can you tell me who is in these photos?




May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and the rain fall softly on your fields.
And until we meet again someday,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.


Happy Saint Patrick's Day!
~Clover

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Another cheater post...

Remember how I told you that the essay (i.e. old blog post) I submitted to Scrap Girls was picked for publication in their newsletter? It ran yesterday. So I am feeling all special. Woo!

You can read it here! And you will also notice that Scrap Girls is having a sale...

~Clover

Thursday, March 12, 2009

This is a total cheater post...But I couldn't go to sleep without posting a link to a nifty typography site I just found via Creating Keepsakes Magazine: www.kevinandamanda.com

The handwriting fonts are fabulous. Y'all know how I love me up some cool fonts.

Did I mention they are FREE?

Lovelovelovelovelovelovelove.

Ok, and since I am here posting about things related to scrapbooking I will put up a couple of recent layouts I've done. Just to prove that I actually DO some of the things I say that I do. Since lately I haven't really been doing the things I said I would...sorry 365 project.





~Clover

Tuesday, March 10, 2009



I had big plans today of doing a fun little write up about my Wicked Weekend in Portland. (If you have not seen Wicked, GO. Please go. It is so fabulous.) But I got 2 hours of sleep last night. So I will spare you the even more than usual bad grammar and spelling until another day. Until then, enjoy the music.

And if anyone has an excellent recipe for oatmeal muffins, send it. Pour favor.

Yawn.
~Clover

Monday, March 09, 2009

Three conversations overheard at Chez Golightly last week:

The First One, where Mommy has a coronary

Sweet Pea: “I do not like boys. Girls are only friends with girls. And boys are only friends with boys. Right mom?”

Me: “Well, not really. Boys can make great friends. You have lots of nice boys in your class to be friends with.”

Sweet Pea: “I do have one friend who is a boy. He’s my boyfriend.”

Me: “Oh yeah, who is that?”

Sweet Pea: “B is my boyfriend Mommy. You knew that.”

Me: “I know he’s your good buddy.”

Sweet Pea: “No mom…BOYFRIEND.”

Me: “How do you know he’s your boyfriend?”

Sweet Pea: “Because he loves me. We hold hands.”

Me: “Oh.”

Sweet Pea: “And he gives me kisses.”

Me: (internally) WHAT?? WHAT?? DID SHE JUST SAY THAT A BOY KISSES HER?? I take it all back. Boys are yucky and girls should not be friends with them. Wait. Act nonchallant so she will not stop talking. You need information.“So…you guys kiss each other…um…like, just on the cheeks or on the lips.”

Sweet Pea: “Just on the cheeks mom.”

Me: THANK YOU JESUS!!!
“Oh. Right. Well, that’s probably good so that you guys don’t get your germs all around. So…er…how does your teacher feel about all this kissing and hand holding?”

Sweet Pea: “Duh Mom…we don’t do that where the teacher can SEE!”


The Second One, where Mommy gets nowhere

Me: “Ok Buddy, time to change your clothes. Lets gp upstairs!”

Will: “Ball! BALL! BOOP BALL!!!”

Me: “Yep, there’s a ball. That’s a basket ball, not a football.”

Will: “Boop boop ball! Boop boop ball!! BALL!!!”

Me: “Uh Huh, can you please come here to Mommy Will? Come here…”

Will: “Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, BALL BALL BALL BALL BALL!!!!”

Me: “No thank you Will. Don’t run away from Mommy, lets go upstairs!”

Will: “NO! Ballballballballballballballballballballballballball…”


The Third One, where Mommy is insulted

Sweet Pea: “Look Mommy! I made a family out of my breakfast!”

Me: “Right on. Can you please eat it now?”

Sweet Pea: “See Mommy, this nectarine slice is the Daddy. And this is the mommy. And this is the sister, and this little one is the baby brother. No, wait. This big fat one is the mommy…”

Me: “Ok grea…Wait, what?”

~Clover

Thursday, March 05, 2009

Waaahoooo!!

It’s official. After several weeks of feeling frustratingly plateaued at the gym, I’ve lost two pounds. I think it was one pound out of each breast. But I hear that in this sagging (pun intended) economy guys are going back to National Geographic for porn. So rocks in socks are hott again! I told you I was bringing sexy back.

This is really important. Not only for my self esteem, but for international relations. You see, I’m taking my on-its-way-to-being-toned body to South America. And I am SO excited! My lovely friend Miz J and her husband the Captain are hosting me and another of our friends aboard their boat in a few weeks. And said boat is in a lovely little Cay in South America. I think it’s called PARADISE or something like that.

I have been hoping to make the trip happen since New Years Eve when the idea was hatched. It wasn’t looking good there for awhile. But once we found miles tickets we were good to go. You wanna hear how much my airfare cost? $67.00. You read that right. And 40,000 miles. 40,000 miles that I can’t even use to get a ticket to Seattle because miles are a TOTAL crock…except in this particular case where they worked out brilliantly and now I get to go on a big adventure!!

I am nervous about being away from my husband and kids for so long. But Mr. G is staying home to be SuperDad. So I know that they will be in good hands. When Dad is in charge they do fun stuff and have a tendancy to forget all about me. So it will be fine.

Now I have a couple little shopping missions to attend to. I need some good boat shoes. I saw some in the Eddie Bauer catalog. But they cost about twice my airfare. And y’all know I am super duper CHEAP. So I am going to see if I can find some on sale. And some cargo capris. I’m thinking Old Navy…



Picture courtesy of Miz J who took it right there in Paradise.

~Clover

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

I have been terrible about posting, and only slightly less terrible about taking, pictures lately. So here goes!

My Snow Queen. I thought this would be fun for the kids. They could have cared less.


Mamma's Boy


Ok, maybe he's a Daddy's boy too.


This is all of us. And the point of the picture is that we are standing about 50 yards out on the frozen lake in McCall. Fun!


Sunshine and slides.




Sweet Pea in the African Hut at the Zoo.



Cindy Lou Who


The 3PM Moonrise