Monday, July 30, 2007

Can a Four and Three Quarters Year Old Drive You Insane?

Oh, my precious Cat. I love her dearly, but lately I feel like tearing my hair out when we are together. She has become a mini-attorney. You ask her to get dressed and it becomes a debate over why she wants to wear a party dress to go play at the park instead of her play clothes. You ask her to clean up her mess and she will argue over why she doesn't need to clean it up because she was not the last one to touch the crayons therefor it is not her mess, and therefor she is not responsible for cleaning. Last night she refused to wear her pajamas because they were inside out and she screamed for me to fix them for her. But she knows how to fix them, she just didn't want to get ready for bed. We are talking stall tactics here. So I told her the longer it took her to get her pajamas on the more time it would take away from story time. She sat in her room and screamed to everyone who would listen that "she was four and three quarters and that she did not have to put her pajamas on, and that she would yell until I came in and did it for her." Now I know this is a small little thing to get in an argument with a four year old about, oh excuse me four and three quarters, but the issue at hand is that she all of a sudden wants to argue about everything. No matter what I say she will say the opposite. I know this is about pushing the boundaries that we set for her, but I also think it is about the fact that she is growing older and she now has to do some things for herself. She sees her little sister Aly getting all sorts of assistance, but we are helping her to learn. Sometimes she wants to be completely independent and then the next minute she wants our help with everything. I know this is a hard age for her, learning so much about the world in such a short period of time, I didn't realize just how hard it would be. The good thing about this all is that a big hug usually solves all the world's problems and calms us all down again. This is the first time that her behavior is worse than her little sisters, but I guess like all other things it will pass.

Saturday, July 21, 2007


You know stuff just really gets in the way of blogging. Stuff like two people being laid off at work because the folks there think that you are so capable you can now manage three full time jobs instead of just one. Yeah, that kind of puts a damper on blogging during lunch hour. Or, your ever expanding list of home projects that compete against your "I want to just hang out with the family" weekends. Then the fact that I had been feeling like a tub o' lard lately and the only way to fix that is by, get this, exercising and not eating a whole box of Jo-Jo's in one sitting. But where does that exercise time fit into the schedule, you guessed it, blogging time.

I have noticed in the blog world that a number of folks go through quiet periods on their blog. They usually bounce back after a month or two off the webs. I think that is what I needed. A little break, to get my own act in order. Have I promised that before? I am still working things out but I am starting to feel a lot better.

The main reason why I have time today to post is because the family is gone. Out of the house for five whole days. I don't have the time off available so I wasn't able to join them on the trip to visit the in-laws. So it is just me and our ferocious dog, Mojo, who will scare off any solicitor that tries to approach the house with some request for donations (I give at the office anyway). I seriously do not know what to do with myself. Knowing me it will involve cleaning more than anything, just because it is so easy to do when there are no little kids running around.

Before I forget, one of the best things has happened in the last month. Aly is now potty-trained, in underwear full time. Of course she had one accident last night, but that was the first time since we made the big switch. We are firm believers in going from pull-ups to underwear in one big step. No pull-ups at night. It pisses her off to wake up in a pool of pee so she holds it and when she really has to go she almost always will just get up and go use the potty. Like I said she had the one accident last night, and a few mid-day accidents but other than that she is peeing and pooping like a pro. I only had to bribe her with candy that first time she pooped in her potty, after that never a problem. Oh and, knock on wood, she has never once pooped in her underwear. I so hope the trend continues, it is so great to not have to haul diapers around with us.

Hopefully I will be back in the blogging loop soon, but if not that is okay too. Life just gets in the way sometimes.