These are letters to Jack, my son, and my daughter, Audrey. You have given me the gift of motherhood. This is just a little gift back. I want to share my experiences with you of your childhood from my perspective of watching you grow - of being your Mom.
Monday, March 11, 2013
Picking back up...
I have a tremendous amount of guilt that I haven't been submitting entries. I know one of these days as the kids get older, Audrey will wonder where her stories are of her as a little and I am pushing myself to be better in this regard. As much as I may say to myself "I won't forget THAT" when Aud or Jack says something, I known that won't be the case. Heck, I have to schedule when the trash pickup is because I won't remember. That doesn't bode well for my long term memory skills. Anyway, knowing this about myself, I need to push myself to get better about recording the stories that I never want to forget so here I am.
We are having some issues with potty training, Aud. Since I lost my job back in September, you have gone from being potty trained with only the occassional blunder to wetting yourself all the time. I hardly know what to do. Sometimes I think I should put you back in pull-ups and wait till you are ready and other times I think I should keep making you change yourself every time hoping you get so tired of it that you start using the potty again. I've tried both of these, but neither is working.
So, in this recent scenario, I saw you walk out of the room to the great room and followed you. You were hiding behind a chair and squatting. I said "Audrey! Are you going potty?"
You were adamant denying "No! No! I'm not going potty, I'm not!"
The wet spot on your pants proved that you definitely were.
I pointed it out and said "Oh, yeah? If you weren't going potty, then what were you doing?"
You were clearly upset about being caught and cornered in this way and you said with the most stubborn look on your face "I was pooping on your stupid face!"
I was so surprised by this response that I had to leave immediately because it was shocking laughter out of me. I couldn't let you see me smile about what you had just said since it was so inappropriate. You were immediately sure that I had walked away in anger and began to panic shouting "I'm sorry, Mommy! Come here!!", but I had to have a minute to compose myself before I could come back again.
You can be so sweet, but lately you have this stubborn streak and I never know what is going to come out of your mouth when you get really upset. On the cute side, though, you have also been developing your own sense of music and what you like. You are very much in love with the song "It's Not about the Money" and you have taken to singing it in public while riding in a shopping cart at the store, at the top of your lungs. You get a lot of smiles and laughs and I find myself walking with an embarrassed hand over my face as I try to concentrate on what it is we were here to get again....
Jack - your energy is still in the stratosphere. Since we moved, you have developed many friendships and I love seeing you play with your buddies. Your self esteem has improved drastically since you've developed these peer relationships. Funny how having friends that think poop and butt jokes are funny can make you feel better about yourself, but it's worked magic.
You are in love with computer games. You want to play them all the time and it's about the only thing you want for your birthday.
Speaking of birthdays - you are turning 8 on Friday! How is that possible?
You keep losing your baby teeth and you've lost so many at this point that we've begun to joke with you that we are going to have to feed you through a straw if they don't come back in soon. You look so funny with the huge gaps in your smile and that cute little dimple when you are being silly.
I'm one lucky mom!