The most frustrating thing in the world is…

watching a 6-year old play video games.  Don’t get me wrong: it’s our own fault for getting the Wii game console for him and letting him play on MM’s xBox.  That said, he’s become incredibly fond of Lego games, particularly Star Wars and Batman.  The problem is that these games are fairly complicated, and require lots of advance strategy and thinking.  The other problem is that Crash needs to share the TV with the rest of the family, so his video game time is strictly limited.  This makes meeting some of the goals in the games a “challenge.”  To his credit, Crash has taken to just “getting through the story” instead of exploring things the first time through.  But the most frustrating part is watching him do the same thing over and over, with the same result (usually ending up with the character’s demise or accomplishing absolutely nothing) and explaining to him that he’s not accomplishing anything, yet he continues to do it anyway.  We’ve taken to just saying “move on, that’s not working” but he still insists on trying it at least two more times.  The other serious frustration??

“Crash, go to your left, I think that’s the way to [get out/get the [insert prize]/defeat the bad guy].  No, your OTHER left.”

Good morning, Sunshine!

This morning, Crash woke up, climbed out of bed, and went straight to the living room.  MM kindly reminded him he needed to go potty.  The conversation went like this;

MM: Crash, did you go potty?

C: No.

MM: Crash, you need to go potty and get dressed before you come out to the living room.

C: But I’m still tired!!!

MM: If you’re still tired, why are you out of bed?

C: I thought it was SATURDAY!

Whereupon he returned to bed.  No doubt this is not the last time this mistake will occur, but it was really, really funny.  MM just found 3 binkies and a baby spoon in Bang’s crib.  It’s just going to be one of those days.

It doesn’t seem right, but it’s required.

Today, I signed Boom up for swimming lessons this summer.  I’m a big proponent of kids being safe in the water, especially in California, where lots of people have swimming pools.  Crash has been going to swimming lessons four days a week for eight weeks every summer since he was 3 1/2.  Last year, the wonderful swimming instructor told me that she had taught Crash all she could, and that he needed to be taking lessons from the woman in town who leads kids into swim team.

The swimming instructor is fantastic.  She only takes three kids to a class, does half hour classes, and usually fills up by February.  Lessons start in June.  So, one of my New Year’s rituals has become “call Toni” to make sure that the boys end up with a reasonable time for lessons.  The first year, I didn’t sign Crash up for all four sessions, and one of the sessions ended up being at 7 p.m., which is WAY too late for a 3 1/2 year old (at the time).  But the weird part is that it’s January, and we’re already dealing with what we’re going to do this summer.  It seems too early to start thinking about summer when the highs have been in the mid-40s all week.

The attention span of a 3-year old

Today, Crash had gymnastics.  MM was still at work (class is at 4 p.m.), so Boom came with us (it’s the two week break from school for both of them).  We planned to go out to dinner, but MM and I realized we didn’t have anything for Bang to eat with us, so I decided to go home during Crash’s class to get stuff.  Boom, of course, came with me.  So, he’s sitting in the back of the car, singing “Must be Santa,” which he learned at school.  This is what I heard:

Who’s got a big red cherry nose, Santa’s got a big red cherry nose,

Who laughs this way HO-HO-HO, Santa laughs this way HO-HO-HO,

HO HO HO, cherry nose,

Must be Santa, must be San… MOMMY!  BARNS!!!

(We just passed Lowe’s, where they have sheds set up in the parking lot for sale.)  I couldn’t stop laughing all the way home.  Boom just wondered what was so funny.

Different kids

So, we have a baby gate set up about halfway down the hallway to keep Bang from getting into Crash and Boom’s room.  It’s set high enough so that both Crash and Boom can crawl under it.  Bang hasn’t figured out yet that he could crawl under it too, which is a good thing.  Anyway, both Crash and Boom needed to get their jackets from their room.  Crash insisted on crawling under the gate army style/cat like on his tummy.  Boom insisted on scooting under on his back so he could see the gate and know if his legs were low enough.  Their personalities are just as different, but they seem to get along well (at least for now).

Back in the routine.

Well, we seem to be back in the regular routine of things. Yesterday was Crash’s first “real” soccer game (through the local soccer league with a coach and uniforms and everything). Crash did very well. It helps that he’s one of the older kids on the team (the cutoff date is July 31 to age up), and he doesn’t really know any of the other kids on his team. Strangely, for all of his “I want to score a goal” talk, Crash did much better on defense than offense. Maybe it’s because he understood enough of the game (his team has kids that turned 4 by the cutoff date) to know that when the other team was running to the goal, he needed to get ahead of them and into the goal to stop them. The other kids are still in the “I just want to kick the ball” phase. Which isn’t to say that Crash isn’t in that phase, because he is. It was fascinating to watch him really play defense, though.

Today, Crash and MM are at Mass so Crash can have free dress on Tuesday. Boom keeps asking if he can go with them, and we keep saying no, because, well, Boom can’t sit still.

And, to top it all off, Crash and Boom are sharing a room. I was genuinely surprised at how well the move went. Boom was happy to be moving into a real big boy bed (he’s been in a toddler bed as a stopgap measure while Bang has been in the crib in our room) and Crash seems happy to be in the upper bunk. Finding places for all of Boom’s stuff has been a challenge, but everyone seems to be adjusting. Most importantly, Bang is now in his own room! Crash was too little to sleep in the upper bunk last year, which is why we didn’t do this a year ago.

The real reason I like Crash's soccer games... snacks!

Random thoughts and updates

It’s been four days since I rejoined the “real” world.  So far, I’ve explained to staff that sending emails for discussion is not a good idea, drafted a memo to that effect, baked cookies after MM made the batter, talked to Crash’s teacher twice, picked up Boom without providing snacks on the way home once and been to work on time once.  Oh, and I volunteered to take on the major project in our office because the attorney currently handling it is leaving.  Yes, I am a glutton for punishment.  But at least now I have time to update the blog more often!  I’ve also not been washed away by all the rain, but noticed that the river I cross twice a day seems to be rising.

Today is also Bang’s 4 month checkup.  I’ll post later on how that goes, since MM is taking him.

New hazard.

We took our holiday photos today.  Coincidental with the season, LBoaM’s nose has been running all month.  It did not help that he had strep throat last week and was pretty miserable for a while.  But sometimes, it isn’t the weather or the environment that causes a runny nose.

We arrived at the photo place and were trying to keep LBoaM’s nose clean… MM noticed that the material being expelled had a purple tinge to it.  He thought this was odd, and kept working at it.  We thought perhaps LBoaM took after his paternal grandfather and put a purple crayon or something up his nose because we couldn’t imagine what else would be PURPLE.  We kept an eye on it throughout the photo shoot.  When LBoaM was done (Chatterer had some individual photos done because he turned 5 a couple of weeks ago) we asked LBoaM what he had done.

MM: LBoaM, did you stick something up your nose?

L: Uh-huh.

MM and me:  Did you stick a crayon up your nose?

L:  No.

MM: What did you put up your nose?

L:  Goldfish.

Me: A purple goldfish?

L: Uh-huh.

Lesson: if you put a purple goldfish up your nose, the accompanying ick will turn purple.

[Editor's Note: no actual goldfish were harmed during the day.  It was a goldfish CRACKER!]

Mother knows best

Chatterer was sick this week with strep throat.  He is “too old” for naps and getting him to actually sleep became such a fight a couple of months ago that I have instituted “rest time” instead.  The rule is that he does not need to sleep, but he needs to lie quietly in bed until a certain time, usually about an hour.  When he was home sick, he took rests, but did not fall asleep.  Yesterday was his first day back at school and was also the school Christmas program.  We did not get home until after 8, and it was after 9 when he finally went to bed.  (His usual bedtime is 8.)  Today was a half day for the beginning of Christmas break and there was the usual Christmas party during class time.  We went out to lunch, saw Santa, and came home.  I explained that since he had such a big day yesterday and today was very busy, he needed to take another rest.  “But I don’t need to go to sleep, right?”  “Right.”

He has been out cold for the last hour and a half.  :-)

17 days

17 days… that’s how many actual days Chatterer was in kindergarten before being sent to the principal’s office.  It seems that there’s a very good reason the school keeps the kindergarteners separated from the other kids at recess and lunch time, especially at the beginning.  However, the kindergarten playground was unavailable on Friday because of the school’s rummage sale.  Here’s what happened (as we understand it from the principal).

Two second graders were “play fighting” when one of the second graders’ little brother, a kindergartener, took umbrage to the the treatment his older brother was receiving.  The kindergartener started fighting with the second grader that wasn’t his brother.  Then, to help out his friend, another kindergartener “tackled” the second grader.  (Chatterer is not involved at this point.)  At some point in time, the second graders had enough of the kindergarteners, but not before Chatterer thought it would be “fun” to hit a second grader he knows (who was trying to stop the whole thing) to try to get the second grader to play with him.  He did it enough times to get sent to the principal’s office with his friends and the second graders.

On the plus side: Chatterer was not the instigator and he didn’t have any true “fight” intent.  One of the other kindergarteners is a teacher’s kid, and the last one is the son of my ob/gyn, as is the second grader that is the older brother.  There’s nothing like going to the doctor’s appointments and finding out that other kids in Chatterer’s class are just as bad (or worse) than he is… and this time both of her sons are involved.  I get to see her again in a week and a half and I’m sure we’ll laugh about it.

On the down side: he shouldn’t be hitting anyone, let alone a second grader that he likes.  He’ll be spending two days next week having lunch with the principal (along with all the second graders and other kindergarteners involved in the incident) and doing community service projects around the school instead of playing.

All this happened the Friday before our meeting on Monday with the principal and kindergarten teacher to evaluate whether Chatterer should stay in kindergarten or go back to preschool… ugh.

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