March 31, 2011 § Leave a comment
Lena’s going to be an awesome dinner guest some day.
Last night, I made leftovers. I threw a bunch of leftover pasta in a pan, dumped in half a bag of frozen peas, stirred for about ten minutes, and dinner was served.
“This is a GREAT. DINNER. Mommy!”
“I LOVE PEAS, Mommy.”
“I know you do, sweet pea.”
“Peas are, VEGETABLES, Mommy.”
“Yes they are, Lena.”
“It’s good to have VEGETABLES with DINNER, Mommy.”
“Okay Lena, yes it is, now stop talking and eat your food.”
“You made a REALLY GOOD DINNER, Mommy.”
“Thank you Lena.”
“I LOVE PEAS, Mommy.”
“I know you do, Lena.”
I’ll leave it to you to decide whether my first statement was sarcastic or not.
March 28, 2011 § Leave a comment
I think this weekend was one of the best weekends on record.
For one, I finally understand how loving the Tar Heels, loving college basketball, and hating duke becomes so entrenched when you’re little and growing up in Chapel Hill. For the past two weekends the Bloom-Yeh family has been having dinner around the TV, donning Carolina blue, and cheering our Heels on. Lena now jumps from couch to couch saying, “Go Tar Heels” and “I’m a Tar Heel”. (I’m working on positivity with her, so it’ll be a couple more years until she’s saying, “duke sucks”.)
This weekend proved to be cold and rainy, but the Blooms took advantage of the only non-rainy morning, and Pops and Lena and I ran a 5K in Durham. Alex came! He got to see me finish a race! Aspen and I ran together for, oh, about two miles, which was amazing because Aspen is a running machine and the best running partner in the world because she just glides when she runs, which is simultaneously frustrating/jealousy-inducing/inspiring. But I did really well! I was hoping for a personal best, because I feel like I’m in the best shape I’ve been in in forever, but the course was super hilly, so I did, eh, fine. I finished. I was happy. Pops Lena and Alex and I went to Gughluphf for breakfast, and it was nice, the four of us. I think it’s especially nice for Pops that Alex is there because he’s not the only guy. It was a full day, that happens when you wake up at 7 to go for a run, and by 1 or 2, Alex Lena and I were all snuggled into my bed. Which by the way, is not really big enough for the three of us PLUS my computer on which Lena and I watched Toy Story 3 while Alex napped, which by the way, two things: I clearly need a flat screen mounted on my wall/a king size bed, and Toy Story 3 was amazing, and I sobbed, literally sobbed, through the last 15 minutes of it. It was so good and I am clearly overly affected by the Toy Story franchise. But it was so good, and I was really impressed, and really happy that they had a girl at the end showing as much imagination and fun as any boy. I had a some beef with Pixar because they seemed to really only show boys being able to have fun and be cool, and it was heartening to see a girl in that situation. Or like, Pixar tends to kill all the girls off pretty quickly. Like, Nemo’s mom and the adventurous girl in Up.
The whole fam was excited about the UConn/Arizona game, and then Butler/Florida after that, so Al and I decided to just go pick up Pizza and Wings for dinner. We took Lena, around 5:45, and no lie, on the way home from picking up the pizza, Lena falls asleep. And stays asleep.
This rara avis has only occurred once before in Lena’s lifetime, and it is just short of a miracle. We all leisurely ate our pizza and wings in front of the TV, the parents trundled off to a concert, and Alex and I got to flip between basketball and playing Lego Harry Potter for three blissful uninterrupted hours. Until I, most attractively, fell asleep on the couch at like 10:30. Lena slept over 13 hours. I told Alex that it’s moments/nights like these when I really do believe in karma. Or that there’s some mysterious force in the universe that recognizes a breaking point and dials back, throws you a bone. Gives you a break. It was one of those moments where I just thought to myself, we deserve this. And we did. It was a hard day of playing and tickling and jumping up and down, (okay, I’ll be honest, it was Alex and Lena doing these things while I watched.) It was just one of those few parenting moments of positive reinforcement, when you get a chance to breathe and say to yourself, Oh yeah, I remember why I’m doing this, and I’ll keep doing it.
Sunday was easy too. We played in the morning, Lena and I drove Alex back home, and she watched Toy Story, again, and then chatted to me merrily about the horses we saw on the way home. We had chili, at halftime of course, watched the Heels for the last time this season. (Still never been prouder to be a Tar Heel. I love this team.) Lena fell asleep, for the second time in a row, easily, at 8 pm.
What a great great weekend. Sort of exactly what a weekend should be, I think. Easy-peasy.
March 24, 2011 § Leave a comment
Bedtime, and I do not say this lightly, is bad. Lena’s completely out of her crib and the result is she’s just awake until at least ten o’clock every night, last night it was eleven.
It’s frustrating because this means between the hours of 8:30 and 10, when usually I would be catching up on some reading, watching Netflix, and generally relaxing with the only time during the day I have to myself, and instead I am policing Lena’s door, telling her to go back to bed, counting to ten, telling her she has to at least stay in her room, saying No, I will NOT snuggle with you, allowing yes, just one more hug, and then immediately switching back and yelling this time for her to go back to her room, and counting to ten again in a subsequently louder and more angry tone.
Oh, one might say, You are simply not being forceful enough.
To which I reply, is it really too much to ask that everything is not a fight? I know that disciplining my child well now will, like, help her do her homework ten years from now, or whatever, but I’m sorry. I’m selfish. I don’t want to be the bad guy at bedtime. I want her to just go to sleep on her own at 8:30.
These things are mutually exclusive, apparently.
My mom says, maybe I have a kid that just doesn’t need that much sleep. She went to bed at 11 PM last night, and we woke her up at 7:30 and she was happy as a clam. That is so unfair. Why do I need more sleep than my three year old? Nothing good can come of this.
So I do as any mother would do when things have come to the last resort.
I hit the internet.
I don’t know if y’all are aware of the craziness that is parental advice on the internet, and I’ll spare you the gory details, but basically, everyone is doing everything wrong and if you eat processed foods or you don’t breastfeed long enough or you do breastfeed too long or you sleep with your kid or you don’t sleep with you’re kid or you yell at your kid or you don’t yell at your kid. Holy shit, if you spend enough time reading what other moms (because let’s face it, it’s mostly moms) say on the internet, you come away questioning every parenting decision you’ve ever made. Or at least I do. Maybe I just have low self esteem.
I digress. I did find a couple of helpful suggestions. (I refuse to lie down with Lena until she falls asleep, and locking her in her room seems a bit drastic, and futile, I think she could figure out how to get out anyway.) So we’re going with positive reinforcement. I’m going to run out later to the store and get some colorful paper and some stickers, and reward her for the times she stays in her room nicely and goes to sleep. I also am going to try to put a cute lamp in her room soon that she can turn on and off, a nice alternative for the overhead light, (and maybe more likely for her to fall asleep with.)
This feels a little more proactive than me crying and pulling my hair and wondering, why me? WHY ME? when my kid is still yabbering away at eleven at night.
Go go gadget mommy!