Tuesday, July 14, 2009

People Are Crazy


Happy to report that my dad is having his lucky 13th #1 song of his songwriting career. His song, People Are Crazy by Billy Currington, co-written with Troy Jones, goes to #1 next week!

Little man, knowing that Grandbobby writes COUNTRY music, asked me today if Grandbobby was a farmer. Good one!

Go, Daddy!
YouTube - people are crazy - billy currington

Monday, July 13, 2009

No spank you (and I'm not choking!)

In the Mud Mama chapter of my forthcoming parenting memoir, A Journey to The Son, I discuss how Jim and I have made the decision not to spank. We desire to use more of a "positive parenting" approach and for 4 1/2 years that has worked.

Last night we were out to dinner with Grandbobby. Sweet Pea decides it is funny to start sticking various items in his mouth to try to choke himself. When I repeatedly warned him and took every potentially deadly item out of his reach, he put his mouth down on the table (bobbing for apples style) and ripped off a big hunk of the paper table cloth with his mouth which he proceeded to try to gag on, laughing his butt off the whole time while I try to remove the potential obstruction from his orifice. (I give him high marks for creativity and determination, but low marks on listening and safety!) At that point I took him to the bathroom for a cooling off period, where I discussed the danger of what he was doing. He started his whole "I die?" routine with a big smile on his face. Unbelievable.

A friend, who is a non-spanker, said they thought that a spanking would be a better option than him choking himself. Another friend suggested that he may just be wanting to get the rise out of me--a little sensory stimulation of mom freaking out. Next time, she suggested, very calmly take the offending item away. If he attempts it again, just say "I see we have to leave" and go sit in the car while everyone else finishes dinner and go just sit and let him be bored. I think that just might get him.

I will try the no attention reaction next time. And that is NO choke!

(By the way, I am always open to an exchange of ideas, if anyone has any thoughts they would like to share.
Synchronistically, I saw this post after I drafted mine, it is by Rita Brhel, editor of The Attached Family. Good to know I am not alone! Striving Toward Controlled Chaos Attachment Parenting International Blog).

Thursday, July 9, 2009

A Rockin' Pajama

Ok, so I guess my kid isn't the only one who says cute things! Imagine that ;) I am taking this straight off of a Facebook entry of my friend Dona who told this story about our mutual friend's four year old that is too cute to pass up.

The little boy said to his mother, "I don't want to be a dentist anymore"

"Well, you can be anything you want to be."

"I want to be a rockin' pajama"

"I don't know what a rockin' pajama is, honey."

"Yes, you do, Mommy. The president!"

moms the word

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Tuesday, July 7, 2009

moonwalking the line


With the King of Pop's passing, my little guy has gotten a quick education in all things MJ and seems a bit fascinated.

"He a man or a lady?"

"He black or white?" (Despite our colorblindness at home, he has developed a recent interest in differences in skin color, asking a caucasian woman with her Ethiopian adopted daughter friend of his "why you no match"?)

"Are there three Michael Jackson's?" (kinda)

"Why he die?" ("Too much medicine")

A couple of days ago, I was inevitably at the computer, doing some last minute things for my book release, while he was playing nearby. As it got too quiet for a second I went to check on him to find him trying to climb into the clothes dryer.

"Don't ever do that!"

"I hide and surprise everybody!"

"That is very dangerous"

"I die?"

"If someone got stuck in there, they wouldn't be able to breathe and you need air to live"

"I die and go up, and up, and up and see Poppie and (Cousin) Gracie's Daddy and Michael Jackson? Bye Mommy!"

Ok, this is kind of horrifying to me. Of course I'd like for him (and me) to believe that we could see loved ones and music icons in the hereafter, but not enough to want to make premature visits! I suppose it is hard for young kids to realize that you cannot just moonwalk from one realm to the other and understand the finality of it. How do you walk the line between protecting your child from harsh realities and giving them enough of a dose of it to keep them safe? I hope to have the grace to know how to balance that.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

R-E-S-P-E-C-T for happy accidents


Sometimes, as cliche as it sounds, we really do just have to go with the flow. The disappointing moment of a storm moving in right as it is time to go do our obligitory 4th of July activity of watching local fireworks turned into impromtu dancing around the living room to Aretha Franklin (need I write her last name?) singing RESPECT on NPT's A Capitol Fourth. My little man, who, sadly, is just seeing Aretha for the first time said "Mommy, she sings like Elvis!" The boy knows who has soul and this little good-for-my-soul moment would never have happened if things had gone according to my plans! Got to remember to live in the moment and be open to "happy accidents"!

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Who's your Daddy?


We just spent an action packed few days at the in-laws stomping grounds on the Jersey shore. The week included two trips to the boardwalk, eating greasy delicious authentic pizza and soft serve ice cream, riding roller coasters, running at Nannie's farm with the new doodle-dogs . . . I think my little boy had fun too. ;)

His Grandee had a lovely commitment ceremony and he helped his bigger cousins take up the rings and when asked to say something for them shouted his rehearsed line of "All you need is love" adding "I love you, bye bye!"

Then there was one moment back at Grandee's house that was ironic. He started thinking about his cousin's family relationships.

"Michael and Isabel have two daddies?"

"Yes, honey- they are half-brother and sister"

"Dylan and Gracie have two daddies, too?" When I confirmed that was also the case he feigned a dramatic cry, wailing "I don't have two daddies!" then headed for the front door, he was on his way to find another daddy! Who'da'thunk your parents still being together would be a source of distress!

Grandee's partner, "Pepe" Bob, said to me, "you know what you've got to do, Lauren" . . .

Sorry, Dear!