The year of purging

February 5th, 2010

It’s already February and I can’t say I’ve made any real New Year’s resolutions, except this: I resolve to purge my home of items that are not useful or extremely sentimental.

This, of course, includes all the many toys with which my children refuse to play. And, sadly, there are many. A few weeks before Christmas, we started packing up toys that no longer see any action – some that truly never did. After Christmas, we packed up even more. My crawl space now runneth over. When time allows, I plan to sort through the items to see what can be donated, sold or tossed.

The purging isn’t exclusive to my children’s items. One day in January, my husband and I spent a good three hours – if not more – cleaning our bedroom and closet. Our goal was to remove all items that had not been worn recently and realistically would not be again. We also removed countless hangers that weren’t being used (how in the world did we get so many?) and other items that somehow made their way into our room and served only the purpose of cluttering our space.

We ended up tossing a large garbage bag or two and donated six large garbage bags of clothes (quite overdue!). It’s a little embarrassing, but at the same time, it feels pretty good. It’s almost like going on a diet and successfully shedding many, many unwanted pounds.

Now, the question is: how do we keep it that way? A bit of work, I’m guessing. Same as with our children’s closets and toy boxes. And with another birthday next month, we definitely have our work cut out for us.

Brotherly, sisterly love

January 26th, 2010

Lunch breaks have been scarce lately so today when the opportunity presented itself, I bailed. Instead of my standard sandwich, I made my way over to Chick-fil-A. Sure, I love the food there, but there’s another reason I visit this little fast food spot. It reminds me of my sisters. My sisters and I live far away from each other, but when we’re together, we almost inevitably end up at Chick-fil-A. True Southern girls, we do fancy our sweet tea and fried chicken. It’s my comfort food.

So when I need a pick-me-up, I head to Chick-fil-A. Maybe it sounds cheesy, but it just makes me feel better. Doesn’t hurt that the people there are always super nice!

I often wonder if my own two kids will love each other the way my sisters and I love one another. I hope so. My husband and I do what we can to encourage them to play together, to share and to just be kind to one another. My son is a really good big brother. He’s very thoughtful, offering his sister snacks – even some of his, sometimes. And while my daughter has some sharing issues, she generally will offer up a cookie or fry to him as well. They also play really well together. It’s fun to watch them together. To listen to their “conversations.”

Sure, occasionally, they spat because one of them wanted the toy the other one has. And I’m sure their arguments will escalate as they get older. But, I hope that they’ll always support one another and that as they enter adulthood, they’ll appreciate the beauty of a sibling relationship.

As with so many things regarding children, time will tell. For now, I’ll enjoy the beauty of their relationship – the laughter roaring from my daughter as my son does something silly, the two of them sharing a chair to watch cartoons, their good night hugs to one another and the wonder of what’s going through their little heads.

A bad case of the hives

January 12th, 2010

Ever heard of Chronic Idiopathic Urticaria? Me either until last Friday. But my two-year-old apparently has it. So what is it? It sounds pretty intense. It’s actually just a fancy way of saying “hives.” About a month or so ago, my daughter broke out over her entire body. Bright red splotches. With whelps. At first, we thought she might be having a reaction to an antibiotic she was on for an ear infection. Then, the doctor said it could be a virus. A day or so later, she did have a really high fever. But after being off the antibiotic for more than a week and having been over the fever for more than a week, her rash would still come and go. So, when I took her in on Friday for her check up, Doc decided it likely was just a case of the hives.

He said that being sick, angry, worried, etc. could cause the hives to come out. I believe him. While we waited in the exam room for the doctor, I checked my daughter for hives. Nothing. Moments after the arrival of Doc — when her anxiety over his arrival increased — she began breaking out on her back. They didn’t last long. Were probably gone by the time we got in the car.

Doc said they sometimes last just a year or two, and then the child may not experience them anymore. We’ll see, I suppose.

Talking ’bout my girl

December 30th, 2009

Two years ago today, I met someone who would become one of my favorite people. She didn’t speak to me at first. In fact, she cried at the sight of me. I shed a tear or two as well. But I think our mutual admiration was understood.

These days, we have pleasant conversations, make each other laugh often, dance together, play together and give each other big, loving hugs. (And occassionally truly frustrate one another.)

“She” is, of course, my daughter. My sweet little girl, who turns two today.

Born four weeks early, just like her older brother, her entrance into this world brought me a joy that only another parent can comprehend. Her laugh fuels me. Her smile strengthens me. Her hugs comfort me.

Happy birthday, Sweetheart.

My new gadget

December 29th, 2009

I got a handy new gadget on Christmas. One of the first gifts handed my way was labeled, “To: Well-Prepared Mommy.” It was clearly in response to the “Not so fast, Santa” piece I wrote. It turned out to be quite useful. It was called “Open it!” and claimed to be five tools in one.

“Let’s see if this one actually works,” I mumbled reluctantly. Well, guess what? It did. We used it to cut through some hard plastic ties, used its retractable blade to slice open quite a few boxes,cut through a clam shell and even pulled the screwdriver out for assistance. The downside is that the screwdriver is only one size (Phillips) so you may still need to have more nearby.

I’m not big on product pitches, but if something works, I like to spread the word. The site listed on the package for more information about the product and other similar products is www.enjoyzibra.com, if you’re interested.

My Open It! will get more use later this week on birthday presents as my girly turns two! More on that tomorrow. (By the way, thanks to the Well-Prepared Daddy for the swell gift.)

You better watch out…

December 21st, 2009

On the way to school this morning, my 4-year-old asked if Santa would come back and take your toys away if you’re bad after Christmas.

That kid is always thinking.

I took a moment before responding and then answered this way. “No,” I said. “But you want to continue being good because Santa’s watching for next year.”

Let’s hope he bought it.

Then later in the day I began to wonder… what if? What if, after some particularly grueling day with the kids a few months from now, you decided to do just that… take their toys away. Under the cover of darkness, you could Grinch everything Santa had so thoughtfully left under the tree and then toss it or donate it to charity. I realize, of course, that donating it to charity would be the better option, but then I suppose that really depends on how bad the day was.

Would the kids take notice? Maybe, although I can’t be sure. We’ve taken toys away from our son and they’ve sat for months on a shelf in our closet with nary a care from the little guy.

Eh, I’m not opposed to giving it another try though. Just think of it… we could start a new tradition. Who’s with me?!

It’s in the cards

December 15th, 2009

When you have kids, card giving can get a bit more complicated. When it was just you and your sweetie, card buying at Christmas probably went something like this. You’d buy a card for your sweetie, one for his parents, one for your parents. Maybe one for your siblings. But, once you have kids, it has the potential to get out of control. You have to consider: a card from you to your sweetie, a card to the kids, a card from the kids to your significant other, a card from you and your sweetie to your parents, a card from you and your sweetie to your in-laws, a card from the kids to their grandparents – and then there are all the aunts and uncles and cousins to consider. Confused? I know – it’s a lot!

Then, think about this: do you get your siblings a card from you? And then also get them an aunt or uncle card from the kids? We’re talking some serious Hallmark Gold Crown points.

If you still have to buy cards for Christmas, think about the approach you want to take: maybe one card for your sister, signed by the whole family, as opposed to a sister card and an aunt card. And, by all means, take a list! You don’t want to forget someone!

A couple more “to dos” before Christmas morning

December 12th, 2009

As if your list of things to do before Christmas morning probably isn’t long enough, here are a couple of additions. First, get a tool kit – even just a basic one. Why? That brings us to the second “to do.” Read “Not so fast, Santa” on www.MommyTracked.com/guide.

No secrets here

December 6th, 2009

Little people don’t keep secrets very well. Try taking a child Christmas shopping, and see if they’re able to keep quiet about what you buy or don’t buy. My husband and I learned a couple years ago that our son cannot keep secrets when it comes to gifts. So I was a little surprised when my husband decided to take the little guy shopping yesterday for a gift for me. While he hasn’t yet told me what they got, he has told me a few things they didn’t get. But, hey, that’s progress, right? Do you have any funny, my-child-gave-away-the-surprise stories? Would love to hear them.

Special delivery

December 3rd, 2009

We got our first Christmas card earlier this week from some dear friends. They have two children the same age as ours, and the kids all adore each other. So there’s no wonder that my kids were arguing over the card, which had a picture of the whole family. My son was upset that his younger sister wouldn’t let him see his friend’s picture; meanwhile, my youngest was holding the card lovingly against her fact, proclaiming it as hers. Peace on Earth, right?!

One of my favorite traditions at Christmastime is the sending and receiving of Christmas cards. We took our kids out on Sunday in their Christmas outfits, and my husband – a fabulous photographer – snapped some pics to use for our holiday greetings. Can’t wait to get them out!

You don’t have to use a picture if you’re planning to send cards. You also don’t have to send a lengthy letter telling everyone about your year. But if you plan to, you might want to get started on it. (And, if you go the letter route, make sure you have someone proof it!)

22 days ’til Christmas!