Monthly Archives: May 2011

Staying Hopeful at Spa Ramsey

It isn’t that we don’t want to play with our kids ALL THE TIME, but sometimes Blue Eyes and I would like to watch TV or have an uninterrupted conversation or have peace and quiet for more than seven minutes in a row.

So we bought a bigger house.

It has a second living area upstairs.

We furnished it with exciting and lovely toys.

Now, we know Sparkles and Buttercup are a little young to play by themselves, being just two- and three-years-old.

We knew this would take time and patience.

We were hopeful.

We started leaving them alone for just a few minutes at a time. As they experimented with their new independence, we set new boundaries.

Rule Number One. No playing in the bathroom.

Rule Number Two. This includes no playing with bar soap, shower gel, shampoo, conditioner, hand soap, lotion, anything belonging to Noel (make-up, jewelry, shaving cream) or water. Definitely no water.

After several incidences, we decided that there was just too much temptation in one place. The bathroom has those modern decorator shelves, each one a little more to the left or right than the other. In an unusual decorating approach, we use these shelves for all liquid and semi-liquid items that tempt our girls. And this worked for quite a while.

Until they found the toothpaste on the counter, still in reach. Temporarily forgetting Rule Number One and noticing this item missing from the list in Rule Number Two, they went straight to work at Spa Ramsey.

They gave their babies toothpaste facials. Six babies. Then they gave each other facials. They they still had toothpaste left so Buttercup started the beginning of a full-body treatment.

I’m not putting the toothpaste on a shelf.

You can’t put everything out of reach.

They need to learn self-control, a little at a time, starting now.

I’ll let you know how it goes.

Once again, we are hopeful.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Cliche and Real at the Same Time

Austin Parenting Mom Kids Bike Riding


Pinkalicious Wanted for Murder?

It would be dark.

If there was a book about me and Pinkalicious.

And if Pinkalicious discovered what I hide in my underwear drawer, there might even be a murder.

Pink. Pink. Pink. Pink.

Pink plates and cups and forks and a few other things like the Ikea kid’s plastic knives and the karaoke microphone.

And even more pink.

Sparkles and Buttercup LOVE pink.

With a stash like this, I must be an evil Step-Mom out of a Disney movie. Would you like a bite of my shiny red apple?

But let me explain.

All of the items in my drawer got at least three chances. Three times to be the start of a fight between Sparkles and Buttercup, a fight that made no sense, mostly around who got to use the pink version of whatever they both wanted to use.

Some times when they fight, they get over it and they can share or take turns and sometimes I buy more than one pink version of things, but other times, if there is some thing that caused three fights for no reason, it goes into the drawer while they aren’t looking. It works pretty well because they aren’t old enough to remember enough to miss it.

This is my theory.

I have a fixed amount of generous, loving and level-headed Mom energy to share with my kids. I only as much of this as I really need and some days I run out, so if you are in a leaky boat, you would fix the leak, right? If they keep fighting over the pink plate and they don’t fight over green and yellow plates, then aren’t green and yellow plates a better idea for everyone?

The Easter Bunny got them these pink dresses for Easter, so I’m not all bad. Even Pinkalicious would like the dresses. I just hope she doesn’t ever peek inside my underwear drawer.