Tuesday, July 14, 2009

So tired!

See this picture of my lovely daughter? I kind of feel like that, this week. Only without the macaroni stuck in my hair. I don't know why, really. I think it's just a little bit of everything stacked up on top of itself and there's just not enough coffee to keep me going! What I really need is about ten more hours in the day. There's just not enough time for me to get all my reading for the week done, get my ChaCha goals met, and keep up with the kids and the house. It's just totally an off week, for me. You know it's an off week when I text my husband and tell him we're having fast food for dinner because I'm not going to have time to get out of the house today...and for the most part, fast food is a pretty rare thing for us to do...but Sebastian is going to do the happy dance for sure!

Tomorrow though, is Clara's 15 month birthday. I can't believe it's been 15 months already, but then there's another part of me that can't remember what it was like before I had two kids. She's just rounded out my world perfectly. And she's a completely different experience than Sebastian was at his age. He was almost born cautious...was not much of an adventure baby. Probably more like me than Phil. Clara on the other hand, is the exact opposite. If it can be climbed, she has attempted it. Crawled into? Oh, we've done that. Jumped from? She's tried that as well. I come close to having a heart attack approximately 5 times per day due to her adventurous nature.

She's started hitting. Hitting me, hitting the dog, hitting other children when they piss her off by taking her toys...pretty much anyone who gets in her way of having a good time. I'm not quite sure what to do about this. Raising my voice to her when she does this is not accomplishing anything but amusing her. The word "NO" apparently means to smile or laugh and do it again. I'm really hoping this is a phase but I'd really like to nip it in the bud now, because I have friends with kids who are much older who hit, and it's just not acceptable to me. When Sebastian did this, I yelled "no" at him and gently smacked his hand once, and that was the last time he ever did it. However, when I tried this with Clara, she thought this was funny, so it's not going to be a tactic to use for her either, because I think that instead of discouraging the behavior, she interprets it as a green light.

She will eat anything I put in front of her. How cool is that! Sebastian was the same way. Now though, he has started being picky about what he eats. Things he has eaten his entire life are now yucky. If it's not pasta, pizza or hot dogs, he will sit at the table staring at his food, willing it to walk away from his plate. How does this happen? For ten years, he loved everything. Just in the past three months, that's all changed.

Hrm. It appears that my distraction from my school reading has turned into a rant about my children! Hah. I suppose I better get back to it.

Have a good day, everyone.

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