Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Let the punishment fit the crime
So I have a rule in my house - no fighting. I'm sure that's a common rule. Generally if there's a fight between the girls, I give them a warning to stop the fight and find a solution. Sometimes this actually works! Well the other day my usual warning was no good. Perhaps it was because I was on the phone trying to have a conversation with my brother like a normal human being. Silly me! So anyways, the girls were going at it over something and eventually, while I was getting off the phone, Libby was hitting Nina on the head and Nina was biting Libby's hand. I sat them both at the kitchen table with ice packs and tissues and Libby says, "are we in a timeout?" I just laughed and asked her, "does your hand hurt?" and she of course said yes. and I asked Nina, does your head hurt? and she said yes. And I said, "well then you've punished yourselves enough." Fighting sucks doesn't it?
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
michael bolton sure knew what he was talking about
So maybe this will get me into trouble with the big guy (my husband) but I'm going to talk about how we fight. I won't air the specifics of the fight or ask you to take sides,(I hate when people do that!!) I'll just give the general dynamic of our fights. We will have some kind of disagreement or miscommunication or whatever, there is usually a little yelling, or (worse!) silent treatment. Then there's always the "make up" where one of us will ask the other, "let's be friends". Which means we want the fight to be over and be normal people again.
So recently we had a little fight, and maybe he didn't wait long enough after the fight to ask to be friends, or maybe I was in a bad mood still, but when he asked I said, "no I'm de-friending you." and then in my head all I could hear was that darn Michael Bolton singing about "how can we be lovers if we can't be friends?"
Needless to say, this image of Michael Bolton and his frizzy mullet-"esque" hairstyle in all it's glory paired with my own satisfaction with my use of the word "defriend" make me burst into laughter and all was forgotten. ....... what fight?
Man, that Michael Bolton is a genius!
So recently we had a little fight, and maybe he didn't wait long enough after the fight to ask to be friends, or maybe I was in a bad mood still, but when he asked I said, "no I'm de-friending you." and then in my head all I could hear was that darn Michael Bolton singing about "how can we be lovers if we can't be friends?"
Needless to say, this image of Michael Bolton and his frizzy mullet-"esque" hairstyle in all it's glory paired with my own satisfaction with my use of the word "defriend" make me burst into laughter and all was forgotten. ....... what fight?
Man, that Michael Bolton is a genius!
Friday, January 14, 2011
Not so tough love
Let's just get it out in the open - I suck at the whole tough love thing. I feel like life is tough enough on it's own; why does my love have to be tough too?
We have issues with Libby at mealtime. I think it's pretty common. She's just a picky eater. And I do my best to say, "this is dinner, take it or leave it, there's no food until the next meal." And I can stick to that rule ... pretty much. But last week when we ran out of french toast sticks and that was what Libby had her heart set on for breakfast, I let her take money to buy breakfast at school.
I am a picky eater myself. I have vivid memories of the anxiety I would feel when my parent would say we were going out to dinner ; would they have something I liked on the menu? I can even remember going out to dinner with my highschool boyfriend and his family, maybe it was for his birthday or something. There was definitely that panic over where they would want to go, and if I would like anything.
I try to take these experiences into consideration when dealing with my picky daughter. Do I let her have what she wants to eat every meal of every day,heck no! But if I'm making pasta, is it such a big deal to leave some plain for her? nope. It's a little thing I can do to make life a little easier. Love doesn't have to be that tough, does it?
We have issues with Libby at mealtime. I think it's pretty common. She's just a picky eater. And I do my best to say, "this is dinner, take it or leave it, there's no food until the next meal." And I can stick to that rule ... pretty much. But last week when we ran out of french toast sticks and that was what Libby had her heart set on for breakfast, I let her take money to buy breakfast at school.
I am a picky eater myself. I have vivid memories of the anxiety I would feel when my parent would say we were going out to dinner ; would they have something I liked on the menu? I can even remember going out to dinner with my highschool boyfriend and his family, maybe it was for his birthday or something. There was definitely that panic over where they would want to go, and if I would like anything.
I try to take these experiences into consideration when dealing with my picky daughter. Do I let her have what she wants to eat every meal of every day,heck no! But if I'm making pasta, is it such a big deal to leave some plain for her? nope. It's a little thing I can do to make life a little easier. Love doesn't have to be that tough, does it?
Monday, January 10, 2011
a haunting in cny
I think my son's room is haunted. My house isn't really THAT old, it was built in the '50s. But something creepy is going on in there. First of all, that room is the coldest in the house, and I do not remember it being this cold a few years ago when it was Nina's room. I've only just started noticing it this winter. You may blame it on poor insulation, or the fact that his room faces the side yard and has 2 windows in it. But no, I'm sure it's haunted.
A few days ago I woke up about 5am to the sound of Charlie laughing and carrying on in his crib like he was having the best time of his life. Isn't that a little spooky? Do you think it could be the ghost of my dad? Do they give out "day passes" in heaven, for people to come down and check on their family members? Maybe my dad comes back from heaven once in a while to see how his grandkids are doing and it just so happens that Charlie woke up and thought it was funny?
I've heard that kids are the ones who can usually see that kind of thing, because they're so innocent. Now, I am a Catholic, and I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to believe in this kind of thing. But I don't really see the harm in it. I believe.
I worked at a place for 10 years that was rumored to be haunted. I would always listen to the stories, and if I was working late at night ever I would always listen really carefully but never heard anything. I used to volunteer to go upstairs to "make sure all the lights were off" but really i'd stand up there looking all around trying to see a "spirit" or something out of place. Maybe the reason I was always disappointed was because I tried too hard.
Even after my dad died, and my mom would confide to me her experiences of "feeling his presence" I always wanted to but never did. I try to hard. I'm convinced.
"What's the solution?" you ask. I've been running the space heater in Charlie's room for about 20 minutes before I put him to bed every night, then (my husband is a fire fighter!) I turn it off when I put him in there. I'm cranking the thermostat up to 70! And I'm considering setting up the video camera in Charlie's room tonight to "catch" any visitors we might be getting!!!
Wish me luck!
A few days ago I woke up about 5am to the sound of Charlie laughing and carrying on in his crib like he was having the best time of his life. Isn't that a little spooky? Do you think it could be the ghost of my dad? Do they give out "day passes" in heaven, for people to come down and check on their family members? Maybe my dad comes back from heaven once in a while to see how his grandkids are doing and it just so happens that Charlie woke up and thought it was funny?
I've heard that kids are the ones who can usually see that kind of thing, because they're so innocent. Now, I am a Catholic, and I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to believe in this kind of thing. But I don't really see the harm in it. I believe.
I worked at a place for 10 years that was rumored to be haunted. I would always listen to the stories, and if I was working late at night ever I would always listen really carefully but never heard anything. I used to volunteer to go upstairs to "make sure all the lights were off" but really i'd stand up there looking all around trying to see a "spirit" or something out of place. Maybe the reason I was always disappointed was because I tried too hard.
Even after my dad died, and my mom would confide to me her experiences of "feeling his presence" I always wanted to but never did. I try to hard. I'm convinced.
"What's the solution?" you ask. I've been running the space heater in Charlie's room for about 20 minutes before I put him to bed every night, then (my husband is a fire fighter!) I turn it off when I put him in there. I'm cranking the thermostat up to 70! And I'm considering setting up the video camera in Charlie's room tonight to "catch" any visitors we might be getting!!!
Wish me luck!
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Soap operas and Sno cones
My name is Danielle, and I watch a soap opera. General Hospital to be exact. I started watching it with my mom after school sometime around 6th grade or so. I would sit at the kitchen table having my after school snack, dreaming that someday I would have a great love like Luke and Laura, Robin and Stone, Lucky and Elizabeth, or Brenda and Sonny, or Brenda and Jax haha. When I was 15 and I got my first job, I worked 4-9 after school a couple of nights a week, I would watch GH from 3 until 3:45pm and then hop in the car and my mom or dad would drive me to work. When I moved into the dorm at college, I scheduled early morning classes so that I could watch my soap at 3. When my oldest daughter Libby was born, I remember switching on the TV in the delivery room to get my daily dose of the residents of Port Charles. The show had become a part of my life, something I could depend on. If family issues were bothring me, I could count on the Quartermaine's to backstab eachother and make my family look great!
I always joked that my kids knew the General Hospital theme song from hearing it in the womb. When they were babies, I would nurse them during the show, and put them right down for their naps. Now that we have the DVR, I can watch my show whatever time of day or night is convenient for me. And yesterday I turned it on about 4, right before dinner. The girls were playing on their DSi's and Charlie was sitting on the floor driving his trucks around in front of the TV when he stopped dead in his tracks to stare at the opening credits of General Hospital. He turned and smiled at me and started dancing! I knew that boy was something special!!
After dinner last night I took my girls to see Disney on Ice. We've been going for the past 3 years now. I got a postcard in the mail saying that I was a "VIP" and I could get tickets for only $12 a piece, but only if I went opening night (Wednesday night) at 7pm. Against my better judgement (it was a school night!) I couldn't resist a bargain, and bought tickets for myself and the 2 girls and arranged for Doug to drop us off and pick us up. We worked it out so that Doug could put Charlie to bed at 8, and our little babysitter Lydia would come over and sit with him so Doug wouldn't have to bring him back out when he came to pick us up.
So the show was great. Everything was beautiful! We loved it. I had given the girls each $10 to spend while we were there. I knew that $10 wouldn't go far, seeing how the bag of cotton candy with the mickey ears crown on top is $10!!! But, I thought it was a reasonable allowance. So right away Nina decides she wants a pair of Little Mermaid binoculars, and they are just $10. Good choice! Then Libby buys a sno cone in a souvineir mug - for $10! That's robbery if you ask me! But it was her choice so I bit my tongue.
So after the show we're in the car on the way home and everyone is getting very sleepy. I asked Doug, "are you driving Lydia home or am I?" and I hear Nina in the back seat, very softly saying, "no sno cone, no lydia ... " and she was softly sobbing and if I wasn't chuckling to myself I would have cried! So Doug kicks in and starts trying to please the princess, "let's stop at the gas station and buy a slushie." but that didnt seem to cheer her up. so I gave it a shot, "Let's call Lydia again soon to have her babysit all you kids." and I got no response.
Two minutes later I glance in the backseat and she's ASLEEP! hahaha.
I always joked that my kids knew the General Hospital theme song from hearing it in the womb. When they were babies, I would nurse them during the show, and put them right down for their naps. Now that we have the DVR, I can watch my show whatever time of day or night is convenient for me. And yesterday I turned it on about 4, right before dinner. The girls were playing on their DSi's and Charlie was sitting on the floor driving his trucks around in front of the TV when he stopped dead in his tracks to stare at the opening credits of General Hospital. He turned and smiled at me and started dancing! I knew that boy was something special!!
After dinner last night I took my girls to see Disney on Ice. We've been going for the past 3 years now. I got a postcard in the mail saying that I was a "VIP" and I could get tickets for only $12 a piece, but only if I went opening night (Wednesday night) at 7pm. Against my better judgement (it was a school night!) I couldn't resist a bargain, and bought tickets for myself and the 2 girls and arranged for Doug to drop us off and pick us up. We worked it out so that Doug could put Charlie to bed at 8, and our little babysitter Lydia would come over and sit with him so Doug wouldn't have to bring him back out when he came to pick us up.
So the show was great. Everything was beautiful! We loved it. I had given the girls each $10 to spend while we were there. I knew that $10 wouldn't go far, seeing how the bag of cotton candy with the mickey ears crown on top is $10!!! But, I thought it was a reasonable allowance. So right away Nina decides she wants a pair of Little Mermaid binoculars, and they are just $10. Good choice! Then Libby buys a sno cone in a souvineir mug - for $10! That's robbery if you ask me! But it was her choice so I bit my tongue.
So after the show we're in the car on the way home and everyone is getting very sleepy. I asked Doug, "are you driving Lydia home or am I?" and I hear Nina in the back seat, very softly saying, "no sno cone, no lydia ... " and she was softly sobbing and if I wasn't chuckling to myself I would have cried! So Doug kicks in and starts trying to please the princess, "let's stop at the gas station and buy a slushie." but that didnt seem to cheer her up. so I gave it a shot, "Let's call Lydia again soon to have her babysit all you kids." and I got no response.
Two minutes later I glance in the backseat and she's ASLEEP! hahaha.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
chee-toes vs. cheese puffs? and hannah from montana?
Well, 2 Rosers were funny in the midst of this very busy day.
First, during lunch today, Nina was having a few cheetos after she finished her sandwich. I would sound like a better mom if this story began with, "Nina was having some vegetables after she finished her sandwich" but, it is what it is lol. So, she's having some cheetos and my friend's little 3 year old Blake, (who I babysit) was sitting there and said, "can I have some cheesey puffs?" and Nina got all offended and she says, "these are NOT 'cheesey puffs' these are 'chee-toes'! Cheesey puffs are all roundy and chee-toes are curly and look like toes." I have NO idea whose toes she's been looking at lately!!
Then, this afternoon the phone rang and Libby screamed "Montana!" when she read the caller ID on the tv. I looked and it was an 800 number (even though we are on the "do not call" list!!!) and above the number it did say Montana. So Libby is screaming "Hannah Montana" and holding the phone begging to answer it. So I tell her OK. She answers, "Hello, who is it please?" and the voice on the other end says, "you have been chosen to win a free home security system, press 1 to be connected with an operator." and I thought, oh no, my poor child's heart is breaking! But she just handed me the phone and said, "how rude!"
First, during lunch today, Nina was having a few cheetos after she finished her sandwich. I would sound like a better mom if this story began with, "Nina was having some vegetables after she finished her sandwich" but, it is what it is lol. So, she's having some cheetos and my friend's little 3 year old Blake, (who I babysit) was sitting there and said, "can I have some cheesey puffs?" and Nina got all offended and she says, "these are NOT 'cheesey puffs' these are 'chee-toes'! Cheesey puffs are all roundy and chee-toes are curly and look like toes." I have NO idea whose toes she's been looking at lately!!
Then, this afternoon the phone rang and Libby screamed "Montana!" when she read the caller ID on the tv. I looked and it was an 800 number (even though we are on the "do not call" list!!!) and above the number it did say Montana. So Libby is screaming "Hannah Montana" and holding the phone begging to answer it. So I tell her OK. She answers, "Hello, who is it please?" and the voice on the other end says, "you have been chosen to win a free home security system, press 1 to be connected with an operator." and I thought, oh no, my poor child's heart is breaking! But she just handed me the phone and said, "how rude!"
Monday, January 3, 2011
Airing our "dirty laundry"
This morning didn't feel like January, it felt like September. I swear my daughters forgot how to get ready for school! After a long week of staying up late and sleeping in they were little zombies this morning. Can't say that I blame them.
But the worst part was when I walked in on Libby (7) getting dressed for school. She was pulling up her tights and I noticed she was wearing the same underwear I saw her putting on last night before bed. I called her on it, "honey, did you sleep in those underwear? you need a fresh pair for the day." and she responds, "no i put these on last night because I wanted to wear them today!" And this argument continued on for about 5 minutes, which, if you ask me, is about 4 and a half minutes too long!!! So ultimately I got distracted by Charlie's sippy cut leaking in the kitchen and I'm pretty sure my daughter wore her "slept in" underwear to school. I'm the worst mother in the world!
Oh well, can't win em all!
But the worst part was when I walked in on Libby (7) getting dressed for school. She was pulling up her tights and I noticed she was wearing the same underwear I saw her putting on last night before bed. I called her on it, "honey, did you sleep in those underwear? you need a fresh pair for the day." and she responds, "no i put these on last night because I wanted to wear them today!" And this argument continued on for about 5 minutes, which, if you ask me, is about 4 and a half minutes too long!!! So ultimately I got distracted by Charlie's sippy cut leaking in the kitchen and I'm pretty sure my daughter wore her "slept in" underwear to school. I'm the worst mother in the world!
Oh well, can't win em all!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Hello world!
Hello world!
I'm a 27 year old stay at home mom to my 3 amazing kids, I love sharing stories about and pictures of the hilarious things that go on in my house. After a couple of years of sharing these stories : "Roser Funnies" (as I like to call them) on Facebook with my friends and family, I was pursuaded to start a blog!
So here goes nothin' !
Unfortunately nothing too hilarious happened today! Just tonight we watched the New Years Eve countdown (on the DVR) like 5 times because the girls (they're 7 and 4) LOVE to see the ball drop and the fireworks and yell "Happy New Year!"
and now that everyone is tucked into bed for the night, I'm sitting here on my couch with my laptop, watching an Everybody Loves Raymond rerun, with the closed captions on because Charlie (my 18 month old son) turned them on and I can't get them off.
I'm a 27 year old stay at home mom to my 3 amazing kids, I love sharing stories about and pictures of the hilarious things that go on in my house. After a couple of years of sharing these stories : "Roser Funnies" (as I like to call them) on Facebook with my friends and family, I was pursuaded to start a blog!
So here goes nothin' !
Unfortunately nothing too hilarious happened today! Just tonight we watched the New Years Eve countdown (on the DVR) like 5 times because the girls (they're 7 and 4) LOVE to see the ball drop and the fireworks and yell "Happy New Year!"
and now that everyone is tucked into bed for the night, I'm sitting here on my couch with my laptop, watching an Everybody Loves Raymond rerun, with the closed captions on because Charlie (my 18 month old son) turned them on and I can't get them off.
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