Monday, April 29, 2013

Stella Style

Stella has her own "thing" going on lately. 

Not too long ago Stella went to school wearing a brown and orange flowered shirt paired with red tights with apples on them, and running shoes.

The end.

No shorts, skirt, dress, or pants of any form or fashion. Tights, that's it folks.


I know you are probably fearful of the future of Stella's clothing choices if we're already making pants optional, but I promise to view proper attire as a war worth fighting as soon as she stops proclaiming that she has a little "gina"* and Mommy has a BIG "gina." *

("Gina" is pronounced jI-na in this disturbing instance.)

I just can't fight her these days on clothes when she is attempting to sneak Benedryll topical lotion to her room to rub over her entire body.  (Sounds like an exaggeration, but it's really not.  I'm just grateful I discovered her before she applied the lotion to her "gina.")

Further evidence of what I am up against in the clothing selections:

I have never understood the expression "terrible twos" for my children.  Granted Stella is technically two for another month, but the worst of the tantrums and defiance always starts and perseveres well through age three for my offspring. 

Stella is no exception.  The closer she gets to three, the more challenging things are around here.

We have tantrums over anything and everything she is allowed to do or not do.

I don't feel she's doing this more than the boys did, or more often than "normal" (whatever that is) but it is really cramping my style lately.

Stella's style on the other hand....

No sign of cramping in the near future.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Emails From The Past

I love technology. 

A few days ago my parents' (yes, they share,) email account sent me a reply to an email I sent out almost five years ago. 

Here was the message I received:

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I assume that neither of my parents typed up this heartfelt message last week.  It seems unlikely that they were finally catching up on their inbox from five years ago.
I did receive this message at 8:15 PM though, so perhaps the Chardonnay and light beer were flowing during dinner and they decided to work on their correspondence.  Emails can get overwhelming to keep up with over time.
Intoxicated emailing parents or messed up email system, either way it was fun to read what I had emailed about Aiden and Cole's first day of "school" from 2008 and thought I would share. 
Hi everyone. I thought I would send a quick synopsis of Aiden and Cole's first day at Mother's Day Out and save a few phone calls. 
I am WAY too busy to call you all individually, obviously. 
We all started the day around 4:30 am with Cole's screams, so it was a little rough at the beginning of the day.
I dropped Aiden off without any problems and he was excited to see that the cars he had played with during Meet The Teacher Night were still there for him. He was also very excited to see Jackson and Henry from his class last year, but they were definitely second place to the cars.
His teachers were pretty busy when I picked him up but his account of the day revolves primarily around his teachers saying it was time to stop playing with the toys, he put a toy in the basket and then he cried and cried and cried and the tears came down....I couldn't get any other details.  I'm assuming he LOVED it because that feels best.
I also dropped Cole off without any problems, primarily because I don't think he really knew what was going on and was distracted by a cooler, fresher version of one of his favorite toys at home.
Apparently Cole is the youngest child in his class and the only one that isn't walking and eating solely finger food. Oh, and he is the only boy with seven girls. They sleep on nap mats and sit in chairs for meals....this is not Cole's current level of living. 
So when I picked him up his paper said that he had a "sad day and cried off and on all day." He did sleep on a mat but oddly enough wouldn't eat much of anything. He did take two more steps when we got home so maybe all the girls are teaching him to walk? He was VERY excited to see me when I picked him up so we'll see what happens when I drop him off on Friday now that he's on to the fact that he stays and I do not. 
Oh, both teachers separately mentioned that Cole has the loudest scream they have ever heard in a child his age....quite a compliment coming from a 60 year old lady that has worked in childcare her whole life. I'm so proud...and validated in my complaints. 
I'm not sure Cole will be learning much grammar while attending Hyde Park this year though. The comments on his report sheet were, "cry but done real good after music," and "I rock him sleep."  
We'll just have to work on grammar and sentence structure at home. 
Hope everyone is doing well.
love, Leslie
So basically nothing has changed.
Hope everyone had an awesome weekend!

Monday, April 8, 2013

Alex LOVES When I Leave Town

I just returned from a quick trip to Chicago to meet my friend Kathryn's baby and see my girls. 

It was awesome.

Is there anything better than being with people you just genuinely LOVE? 

I suppose the answer to that is yes, because I'm around people I love all the time. 

In fact, I'm around three of them far too often at times, causing me to actually have to schedule a time to leave town.  Without them. 

Perhaps I meant people you genuinely LOVE, AND never ask you assist them in the bathroom unless you are also simultaneously laughing so hard you think you might explode or you are trying to keep them from peeing on their wedding dress. 

People that only ask you to prepare them food if by "prepare" you really mean order, or grab more from the counter because you're already getting up for more wine. 

People who actually enjoy waiting for you to try on your sixth pair of pants at Lululemon and die laughing when your butt is so tightly squeezed in to a pair of lounge pants that there is no other option but to flaunt it for a moment because it's so ridiculous. 

All those thing pretty much eliminate my children.

It was a fast trip, but it did give plenty of time for things to appropriately fall apart around here.

Alex, by his own admission, was shell shocked by the time he picked me up from the airport.  I think he might have been crying, but I couldn't swear to it. He kept telling me he couldn't believe he was so inadequate at caring for his own children.

(I too am often baffled by this, but so grateful that he keeps trying that I do my best to not say a word.)

Parts of the house looked like a crime scene, only the kitchen looking pristine from what I later learned was a very concentrated effort by Alex to do something really well.  Also, he didn't really use the kitchen much so success was written all over that goal. 

There were signs of q struggle, excessive technology dependency, movie viewing involving a four letter word, "interesting" food, giant carpet stains, piles of toys/old food/dirty towels/cleaning rags, and the sure sign of toys from an "I don't know what else to do to contain them," trip to Target.

On top of everything else, Aiden starting vomiting Saturday night.  Cole showed Alex the "ant bites" I thought I had been treating for four days and apparently it's poison ivy all up his legs and spreading to his arms. Stella was just Stella, but these days that is enough. 

It's tough to play pretend kitchen up to her standards, and hold the rest of this house together

Alex had to endure a twenty minute tantrum because Stella wanted to her water in "Autumn's cup" Saturday night.  Unfortunately Alex had no clue that this means she wants the hot pink cup we borrowed when we were at her friend Autumn's house four months ago.  

(The amount of information I hold in my head about such nonsense is frightening.)

Thankfully he had a wonderful attitude about it when I got home and instead of saying he would never be alone with them again, he commented that he needs to be more involved on the weekends so he isn't so lost when I'm not here.

Could I have won anymore from going away this weekend?

Unfortunately now I'm back to finishing taxes, grocery lists, laundry, and wrangling children. 

But the memory of this glorious margarita lunch with my girls' is still bringing a smile to my face.

There's a skylight over our table, just in case you are baffled by this.