Showing the snow who's boss

So the trip I mentioned? Went on as planned, with slight adjustments. On Friday morning, the weather report was saying snow and ice starting in the early afternoon, then following us to our destination (Oma and Opa's house). I had planned to leave right after school, but with that information, we decided to skip a day of kindergarten (I'll take my lashings now) and leave right after lunch. It was a good call - we drove on dry roads in the daylight and then sat in my mom's warm house and watched the snow fall that evening.

Pittsburgh got 6 inches of snow overnight that night. The next morning was the big event for which we traveled. Oma and Opa were to take Katy and David downtown to see Fiddlesticks - which is a young child's introduction to the symphony. Games, activities, instruments, and of course, a kid-friendly concert. We were debating up to the last minute about whether or not they should go, depending on the conditions of the road. But they decided to go for it - my mom said it was questionable on the way down, but they made it safely. Brian and I got to hang back with Luke (who was in toyland heaven).

A big part of the anticipation was dressing up.

You may remember these dresses from last year. And now Chloe has one, too!

Lukey loved Oma's house - especially the cool stool so you can help with cooking, crafting, and the like. Oh, and he slept through the night 2 nights in a row, which he hasn't done in MONTHS. Should we move in with Oma?

We do puzzles of every type.

Katy had requested jammies for Chloe, so she wouldn't have to sleep in her clothes, poor girl. So not only did Oma makes jammies, but a bathrobe, SLIPPERS, and a matching set for Katy. While we were there, Katy picked from the doll patterns and the scrap fabric and helped Oma sew another new outfit for Chloe.

TinkerToys were a new discovery this trip.

Katy had to prepare for her 100th day of school while we were there, since we pulled into our driveway just an hour before drop-off time on Monday. She needed to bring to school 100 of something, sorted into 10 groups of 10. When I was trying to think of an item which my mom would have 100, the first thing that came to mind was BUTTONS. She has jars and jars of buttons, I bet some of them are 30 years old. If you're ever missing one? Check with her - she might have it.

Witching hour(s)

I remember a time in which my kids napped until 4 or 4:30 most days, and Brian got home shortly after 5. There were even a few days sprinkled in there when he would walk in the door and one of the kids was STILL ASLEEP from afternoon nap. Late nappers, my kids have been in the past. That wasn't much of a witching hour.

Several things have changed.

1) Brian doesn't get home until about 5:45. Once or twice a month, he has to stay and work at the rental, so it's 7 or 8pm before he gets home.

2) I have to pick Katy up from school at 3:30, so that is the latest anyone ever naps. And actually, the boys have been waking up closer to 2:30 these days.

3) Once a month, the school has early release and I pick her up at 2:30. Yes, that means that on those days kindergarten lasts an hour and a half. Only part of PM kinder that I don't like. (Three hours of witching on those days).

4) A couple of nights a week, we need to be out the door by 6 or so for an activity, so it's always my goal to have dinner on the table when he walks in.

This is what I would LIKE for the witching hours to look like:

- The kids enjoy a healthy snack around the table and talk politely about the day.

- I help Katy with her 10 minutes of homework, which she completes cheerfully while the boys do some coloring or cutting at the table.

- I set up something for the kids to do (a game, a craft, a train track) and they play with each other while I fix dinner. I intervene as needed.

Here is what actually happens:

- The kids start bickering on the way home about what kind of snack they are allowed to have.

- They whine and complain that the snack choices are "healthy" and try to bargain for a "regular" snack, despite years of the policy. No matter how much food I give David, he continues to beg for more until dinner is served. (I actually caught him hiding under the table the other day to catch the scraps that Luke dropped, like a dog. Not my finest parenting moment.)

- I drag Katy through the homework process. (And she's a good student and only has 10 minutes. Lord help me when I have a kid who isn't as motivated toward school and has hours of work to do!)

- Katy begs, pleads, and cries in request to invite the girl across the street to play. When the weather is nice, I don't mind at all if they play in the yard. But here's the thing: I don't know the family very well, and the girl is 2 years older than Katy. I don't get the impression that she really wants to play, unless there's nothing better to do. And certainly not every day, which is as often as Katy would like to invite her. I really don't mind having her over at ALL, but I just don't want Katy over there begging her to come every single day. This is hard to explain to a five year old who puts a seven year old on a pedestal.

- There are periods of play, mixed with fighting, thrown together with tears. I cannot let Luke leave my sight for more than 10 seconds, and I am constantly rerouting him from trouble. I feel guilty every time one of the kids comes up to me and pleads, "Will you read this book to me?" By the time Brian gets home, I feel desperate for him to arrive. But somehow, as soon as he walks in, I can't be sure why I was so flustered.

Any suggestions? What does this time look like at your house?

**side note: We are supposed to travel to my mom's this weekend and there's some snow heading this direction. We have tickets to a much-anticipated concert and I'm praying the weather doesn't force us to miss it.

Bonding with the Boys

Luke had a well visit today, and the when the dr. asked "how is life with Luke?" all I could think of was, "It's a full time job to keep him from injuring himself." It would take several paragraphs to describe the close calls and near misses the kid has had this month, not to mention the blood smear on the garage door from last weekend's incident. The kid is wild, and I ask myself a thousand times a day, "Where's Luke?" So Luke and I, we spend a lot of time together.

(This is partially why the dr. isn't concerned that he is only 22 lbs 2 ounces - which is 5 %'ile for an 18 month old boy, even though he's 32.5 inches, 50 %'ile. I guess he's just moving so much he's burning it all off?)

And I get lots of time with Katy, mostly because she demands it and needs it. She has homework and likes crafts and games and just...she demands it.

But I've been thinking lately about my middle child. He doesn't demand my attention in the same way, and I've found that the attention I give him is too often negative. He's a 3 year old boy, so I am constantly correcting him for screaming, pushing, being too rough, too loud, etc. And fighting with him to do the things he needs to do (go potty, get dressed, brush his teeth) because he doesn't want to stop what he's doing.

So I'm making a strong attempt to have some bonding time with David every chance I get. If I find a few seconds of down time, I'll jump into whatever he's doing and try to cuddle with him a little extra. He often gets up from rest time before Luke, so I'm trying to put aside what I need to do and play with play-doh, Zingo, or Let's Go Fishin'.  And it makes me teary to realize how excited he gets, to play with Mommy all on his own. He's such a sweet, sweet boy and he deserves some attention in this busy household.

So I'll do my best.