Wonderful Day - Take TWO!

After the trying, and loooong, attempt at putting the kids down to sleep on Monday they took a good long nap, awoke refreshed and happy, and we continued to have a wonderful day. Our ten-year-old friend from across the street came over to pick up toys (always a treat for my poor back!) and stayed while I got the kids to do their first ever easel-paintings and some finger paintings.

We turned the pink paper plates into the CUTEST bunnies (pics later), and it was fun to blend red and white paint!

This is a momentous occasion... After Many tries, Mr. C. finally has decided that finger-painting is fun after all!

The way they all took to easel painting - it's like they've done it all their lives! 

We continued the wonderful day with lots of playing, singing, laughing, outside time and silliness.

So awesome to see how they are learning to play cooperatively TOGETHER nowadays. 

After the kids had left that evening I reflected that I should acknowledge (at least to myself) that I am doing an incredible job with them. The amount of energy, creativity, and sheer stamina it takes just to provide them with all they need and some they want, is staggering when I think on it. But that isn't what makes me incredible at what I do. What is incredible is that I manage to be cheerful and, most importantly, KIND to them all, even when experiencing the inevitable snafus in life. This is strength from God, for which I pray daily.

What an absolutely WONDERFUL day – Uh oh! Spoke too soon!!

This morning was a great morning in my home daycare. I had only the three older babies who play together beautifully, are used to my rules, respond well to whatever I say, and crack me up every time I turn around, with their energetic, sweet antics.

We had the usual sippy-cup shuffle. My own girl knows which color cup goes with each child, even if she can’t always name the correct color, and she helped me keep them properly distributed. We went outside and we discussed important things like taking turns, not snatching from friends, being gentle with friends, and only hitting balls with the golf clubs. Lots of active fun was had on the swing, the climber, the slides, in the sandbox and with the cars.

Then the three eagerly came inside for a wonderful snack-time at the table. We had goldfish, fruit, a little raisin toast, and some whole milk. We listened to music, practiced our manners and kind words, while I made lunch. Happy, funny music with friendly words (“I like you. We’re so glad to see you. Etc…”) played and we listened and danced while they ate and I cooked. A few reminders to ask nicely with words or sign-language were met with smiles and compliance. Cooperative little helpers followed my directions to help pick up food and sippy cups from the floor when we were all done.

Did I mention this was a GREAT morning? Well, it just continued to get better and better.  Three little listeners sat rapt with interest while I read, “The Grouchy Lady Bug” and acted it out with a stuffed animal. They had free play inside then and we had some good lessons on putting away toys before we get out new ones. They can’t do it very well yet, but I think it’s sinking in. Then we sat and played a color-sorting game with the blocks and that, too, went very well.

Amid all this busy-ness we had the usual morning routines… diaper changes, my cleaning up, songs we always sing, etc. After a lovely lunch (of salmon burgers, mixed veggies, whole wheat bread with Smart Balance, and strawberries -which I had all prepared and ready and waiting) and lots of help cleaning up, I was feeling pleased and proud of myself for how great the day had been going. They toddled off into the playroom and I gave them each one last diaper change, closed the curtains and blinds, turned on the fan and the quiet music and ...THEN I WENT AND RUINED IT ALL BY CHANGING THE ROUTINE. I attempted to put them to sleep on nap-mats instead of in their usual pack-n-plays and crib.

Cue ironic horn-music, “Whank, whank, whaaaaa!” That’s where the loveliness of the day ended with a jolt!

I attempted to lie next to, and nurse my own baby to sleep on her mat, while pretending to sleep and watch the other two. One decided it was the end of the world and wailed pitifully and loudly. They stayed on their mat and cuddled Winnie-the-Pooh, all the time adjusting the covers and getting comfy, so I had high hopes, even though the wailing continued. The other baby who wasn’t nursing, started out well, by quietly singing to themself . Then that escalated into talking loudly and laughing at private jokes (very private, as they were told by themself to themself in their incomprehensible baby language!).  This one, too, stayed on their mat, but didn’t seem to be settling down any better than the one doing all the wailing.  I got up and turned up the soft music to try to drown out some of the baby noise, which caused mine to join in the wailing. Then the baby who’d been laughing began to make wailing noises, as if to mock the other two. I got a little bit hopeful again when they all started to quiet down and settle themselves at one point. Then the music station on the t.v. played a rousing rendition of “The Entertainer” and THAT got them squirming!  “Easy Instrumentals”… my FOOT!

Ay ay ay ay ay! So by this time my baby was done nursing. I positioned myself and the nap-mats so I could comfort them all and pat backs as they drifted off to sleep. I think I could have succeeded at this with the two who aren’t mine, but my own child was having NONE of it! I could not keep her on her mat, which of course was disrupting for the other two to see the struggle I had with her!

So that was it. I surrendered. My own baby got placed into her wonderfully restful crib with her buddy, “Dog-Dog,” and all her familiar nap-time noises. I got the pack-n-plays back out for the other two, cozied them up and then they were happy as clams and went right to sleep.

I had a lot of good reasons for trying to transition them to nap mats, but they told me in no uncertain terms that they are NOT YET READY! After today, I am in NO HURRY to try this again, so they’ll have plenty of time to mature and develop their readiness before they are asked to try the nap-mats again!

 Now, however, I am having a wonderful time during my lunch break writing this. I will be refreshed and ready to go again when they are! Bring it on! It will be a WONDERFUL day!

Thank God I Am a Little Smarter Now!

I've been thinking a lot lately about a book I read about 20 years ago that had a huge influence on me and the way I treat all children, but especially my own. It's called Your Child's Self Esteem, by Dorothy Corkille Briggs. I was teaching preschool at the time and my son was in my class. He was a very well-mannered and easy-to-direct child, who was mature and smart beyond his years. I was young and dumb and thought that he should be an example of good behavior, and I expected things of him that I frankly did not expect of my other students. Thank God this book came along at the right time for us.

I read with growing interest and inner conviction about the "Phenomenon of the Mirrors." She makes a good case for how our children figure out who they are, and how worthy they are - by what they see reflected back when they look at our faces, and when they experience our reactions to them. I thought about my own critical nature toward my son (who I was convinced was half-grown by the time he was 4 - told ya' I was dumb thrn) and then I had the most enlightening dream.  

In my dream I was on a field trip with my preschoolers to the skating rink. My son had fallen and was really hurt. He was crying for his mommy. I went to him and tried to help, but he didn't want me. He said I was NOT his Mommy, I was "Miss Diana." He kept crying for his Mommy and I woke up in tears, crushed with guilt!

Dreams' meanings are often obscure to me, but not that one's! My subconscious or The Holy Spirit or however you want to look at it, came through loud and clear that night and I immediately made some changes in my behavior. I had been trying so hard to not give special treatment to my son and not to be "unfair" to the other kids that I'd even asked him to call me "Miss Diana" at school, like everyone else, instead of "Mommy." After that, I made a point to be his preschool teacher AND his Mommy. When I thought about it I realized that it wasn't unfair for him to get special treatment, when he had to share his mother with 15 other little kids! I did always try to keep any special treatment minimal and really private so as not to incite jealousy among the class, but I didn't bend over backward to eliminate it as I'd done before either. We both were happier, more relaxed, and my classroom was a more productive place, because of my new attitude.

Many years and many students later, I now understand very well, that fair treatment for all children does not mean exactly the same treatment for them all. But that sounds like another blog entry to me.

See me see you seeing me....

As I go about my tasks in the kitchen, whether cooking, loading/unloading the dishwasher, or whatever, I am blessed to have a cute little inspector who comes in to check on me periodically.  I'll notice that the happy sounds and electronic sounds of her playing in the playroom have ceased and start in that direction to check on her, only to find her on her way into the kitchen to check on me (maybe because she noticed that I got quiet for a moment, who knows).

She often brings what she's playing with and shows me, or wants me to interact in some way. For example her much-loved, "Dog-Dog" has wanted LOTS of smootches from me lately. She just learned to say, "Hah-ay, Mah-MEE!" as she finds me and she always repeats this each time as it gets such an enthusiastic, smiling, "HI BABY!" right back from me. How can I not smile at that?

RR Picture to Caption

I know what I want to caption it as, but I will be polite and let other go first this time!

BB and RR's first ever "pit-pit" (picnic) at the park

 The two girls shared the step-stool as they helped to prepare the food. In this pic RR tells all.



"It's not that easy to get ready for a picnic, you know! First you need to taste test every single thing. Why...yes, I am an expert at this!"





What could be better than sittingon a blanket at the park eating raisins with your best friend on a lovely, lovely day?



Running up and down these fun slopes! That's WHAT!



 

OH! I don't know about that running around thing. I'm pretty serious about my raisins.

  

Did you see I have these great Raisins?





BB: "Come on RR, I'll show you how to run down the hills!"


 

RR: "Okay, as long as I can bring my raisins!"



Wheeeeeeee!








"I got make-up! Mommy put it on my face! I let her. It was awesome."

  I am pretty proud of the fact that BB let me apply sunscreen because I acted like I was using it as make-up on my face and when she asked for it, I put it on her saying, "Ooooh, so PREEEEEEEEETY!"  I am always a little proud of myself when I can actually outsmart a one-year-old!




Here both girls are holding tight to their favorite things!




Oooomph! We need to help push this wagon!




Walking home after lots of running, playing, eating and silliness... RR still has those raisins!



   

ZZZzzzzZZZZZzzzzZZZZ.... Dreaming of.... RASINS!



ZZZzzzzzZZZZzzzzzzz... too pooped from all the running to dream! 

Caption this photo!

Ok. I'll go first...

BABY E: Oh BB! That joke was really a GROANER!

BB: I really DO crack myself UP! A-HA_A-HA_HA_HA1