I’ll admit, I’m the very worst most horrible teacher of how to tie shoes. Ever. On top of that, I’m OK with tying shoes of children indefinitely because even when they seem to “master” (notice the “”) the skill, they are still very, very bad at it. It just has always seemed easier with my litter of children to line them up, slap on their shoes, and tie them up–the shoes, not the children.
But, I do realize that my children are seriously lacking this important social skill. In fact, my second grader has had many the breakdown because of his ineptitude of said skill. So, we made a goal this year that all Scroggins household members would be card carrying members of the shoe tying club before the end of the year. I promise, it’s a tall order.
My daughter has it down. I mean, she’s nine. She should. The boys are the ones till in-progress. But, the extreme small muscle control and observation skills it takes to hold the “bunny ear” and “find the hole” is just…so….much–for this mom anyway.
However, today we had success! Ah-Ha, light bulb moments flashing all over the place! One boy down, one boy to go. All said bunny ears were found, wrapped, and pulled through. The double knot is still a little shaky, but this is a very, very good start.
Yes!! They CAN learn! Amazing.
January is a hard month, don’t you think? I don’t know if it’s let down from the fun-filled month of December, the cold weather, or the general lack of holidays. We love a good celebration at the Scroggins house, and January just leaves us wanting! The one true solace that January usually brings is some kind of cozy up and snuggle day, be that a snow day or a day like yesterday-just cold and drizzly. After church, we literally changed back into pajamas, ate lunch, and all piled up on the couch for a movie marathon. It felt good to light a fire, pop some popcorn, and just be still. Even the kids participated in the activity of doing nothing! It makes me wonder how long I’ll be able to hold them hostage for an afternoon like that. And, it makes me appreciate the doldrums of January–I guess every month is good for something.
Can someone please enlighten me on why little boys think headlocks are the most efficient method of relaxing around the house? Both my boys push, shove, hit, punch, pin, and half-nelson their way in and out of every room every second of every day. And, when they aren’t a ball of Tasmanian Devil with each other they are practicing those same moves on imaginary opponents, and narrating a play by play. With sound effects.
It’s all very exhausting. For me. Not them.
And, why not them again?
We’ve had our thank you notes on the counter for a few days, and they are beckoning. I mean, Christmas was over a week ago! We are seriously late with our gratitude. My mom instilled the importance of the Thank You Note somehow. I can’t remember if it was growing up, writing thank yous for all birthday and Christmas presents or if it was during the graduation/wedding seasons of my life. In any case, I have serious guilt when I am blessed with a gift and do not get a thank you note out immediately.
My husband was a hard sell, though. It took me fifteen years to get it through his semi-thick head that thank you notes were appreciated. His argument: “Are they going to say THANK YOU for the THANK YOU note? Then, do I say THANK YOU for saying THANK YOU for the THANK YOU note? Where does it end?” Somehow, he came around though, and is not beating me to the punch and getting his notes out before me. He even asked me to buy him notes so he could write them. Amazing. My work here is done.
Now, to the kids…I guess I still have work to do. Gotta get on that.
Can someone please enlighten me on why children feel the need to steal one another’s possessions??? It never fails, once we are all safely in the car someone steals a pencil, a paper, a matchbox car, A SILLY BAND, a water bottle, a breath of air…ANYTHING! AND THEN, I have to listen to the fallout of the said theft. Sometimes there’s crying; there’s always screaming, and it’s never peaceful. Never. The extreme sadness on one end is coupled by crazy laughter on the other end. LAUGHTER. Really?
I just don’t get it. Can’t we all just get along??
“Mommy! We have to put instruments on the tree!”
“Sweetie, it’s ornaments not instruments.”
“You’re stressing me OUT! Whatever it is I want them on the TREE!!”
**Have I gone too far with the stress talk around here?**
Marketing works, as evidenced through the eyes of my four-year-old.
“Mommy, these pants are AWESOME!!”
“Really? What makes them so awesome?”
“See this???? “(pointing to Nike Swoosh)
“Yep, what does that do?”
“It makes me run FASTER, and jump HIGHER, and it’s the MOST AWESOMEST!”
“How old are you?”
“Wow! When’s your birthday?”
“I already HAD my birthday! THAT’S how I got to be four!”
**Can’t argue with that logic.**
I’d rather he didn’t pull his pants down and relieve himself in the CHURCH flower beds.
I can’t make this stuff up. I really can’t.
This wasn’t the only instance of public peeing THIS WEEK, either. My husband watched the same thing unfold as they were leaving his OFFICE just the other day.
I mean, I guess we have ourselves to blame. I do often problem solve the potty situation by letting him “just go by that tree.” But, I really thought he knew the difference in the back porch and, say, CHURCH. So, we’ve had the conversation, again, about where and where not to pee.
Let’s hope it sticks this time. And, I keep reminding myself. It all works out in the end.
Kid 3: “Mommy! You HAVE to come look at the aliens (pronounced aweans) I just beat outside!”
Kid 3: “No, Mommy. FOR REAL! There are green spiders outside because of the aweans! They are going to get us.”
Mommy: “Um, Daddy put a force field around the house. We are protected like the guys on Star Trek.”
Kid 3: “Ok. Thanks for that! I have to go fight more bad guys now. Me and Luke Skywalker are on the same team.”