Big News!
Wyatt lost his first tooth on Sunday. He had a dental appointment on the 13th and they told me his front two bottom teeth were loose. I scoffed in disbelief, because I had been routinely checking them. Turns out I was wiggling them "wrong". Go figure. The process of getting his tooth out was quite lengthy, as Josh initially volunteered to do it (and he didn't want to cause Wyatt any pain). After an hour of gently wiggling, I had to step in. I may or may not have had to headlock my own 5 year old, but the tooth literally popped right out and on to the floor once I got a hold of it. He got a toonie from the tooth fairy, plus 2 freezies and a Blizzard from us...and Josh's grandma showed up yesterday with a toonie as well! This losing teeth business seems lucrative. How much do adult teeth go for?
Not much going on otherwise. We've discovered that both kids have a love of music, but watching Paige react to it is hilarious. She sings along to "Wrecking Ball" and "I Like to Move It" (both songs would never have made it onto my iPhone at any point, but thanks to Wyatt's daycare's questionable taste in music, there they are. He requests them regularly.), and dances too. I've tried to catch it on video but she stops immediately and I get reprimanded. "Mommy. NO. Phone away." I'll catch it yet. She'll appreciate it on her 16th birthday when I send it to all of her friends.
One truly unpleasant thing I've been dealing with is a serious increase in migraines. Ever since the end of November they have been out of control. I miss at least 1 day a month from work, never mind the ones that hit on weekends. I had one a month ago that was so terrible I honestly had the "well, this is it" thoughts running through my head. It took 3 prescription migraine pills and 3 T3s to make it manageable. Not gone. Just manageable. And for the last 2 days I've felt like I'm on the verge of one, which is torture. I'm making a conscious effort to clean up my eating, but it most cases my migraines are triggered by hormones - which means I have zero control over it. I'm thinking a week of warm weather, no kids, no work, no family stress would really do the trick. Too bad I keep picking the losing 649 numbers!
Friday, January 31, 2014
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
01.15.14
We finally had some nice weather this weekend, so I hauled the kids outside Sunday morning. I started digging a tunnel for them, and thank goodness Josh took over. I am a terrible Canadian - I don't own a toque (I was wearing Josh's), my mitts are fleece (super useless when fort building or snowball throwing) and I don't have ski pants. I finally bought a pair of boots last year. I guess my plan was to pretend winter wasn't happening. ;) I still often wear flats (barefoot) to work. I'm sure that's a skill that will come in handy at some point.
Not much is going on here. Christmas was busy, we were all sufficiently spoiled. We're still struggling with some of Wyatt's outbursts at home (a new favorite is using his fingers as guns to point at us when he's mad. I assure you he did not learn that at home, or from anyone I would ever invite into my home). We're at a loss as to how to handle his behaviour, we've read books on filling theoretical buckets, we've tried time outs, time ins, quiet time, no TV, early bedtime, no treats, positive reinforcement ("I really appreciate how you are making hissing sounds instead of hitting your sister like I know you want to!"), taking away toys, blah blah blah. Next step is more TV, later bedtime, more treats, more toys and lots of sarcasm.
But seriously. I'm considering developing a drinking problem just to deal with this. "Terrible Twos" seem like a walk in the park compared to, "If you tell me to clean up again I'm going to punch you in the face." Because when Paige is having a tantrum, I can pick her up and give her kisses and snuggles until she starts laughing, or stick her in her crib. When Wyatt is having a tantrum, I grind my teeth to the root while evenly saying, "You cannot speak to me like that. You need to go to your room." When in my head I want to flip tables upside down Real Housewives-style.*
Children. Are. A. Blessing. (repeat as necessary)
*no need to fear for my well being. I've never watched Real Housewives, only seen the table-flipping scene on commercials. It's all good.
Not much is going on here. Christmas was busy, we were all sufficiently spoiled. We're still struggling with some of Wyatt's outbursts at home (a new favorite is using his fingers as guns to point at us when he's mad. I assure you he did not learn that at home, or from anyone I would ever invite into my home). We're at a loss as to how to handle his behaviour, we've read books on filling theoretical buckets, we've tried time outs, time ins, quiet time, no TV, early bedtime, no treats, positive reinforcement ("I really appreciate how you are making hissing sounds instead of hitting your sister like I know you want to!"), taking away toys, blah blah blah. Next step is more TV, later bedtime, more treats, more toys and lots of sarcasm.
But seriously. I'm considering developing a drinking problem just to deal with this. "Terrible Twos" seem like a walk in the park compared to, "If you tell me to clean up again I'm going to punch you in the face." Because when Paige is having a tantrum, I can pick her up and give her kisses and snuggles until she starts laughing, or stick her in her crib. When Wyatt is having a tantrum, I grind my teeth to the root while evenly saying, "You cannot speak to me like that. You need to go to your room." When in my head I want to flip tables upside down Real Housewives-style.*
Children. Are. A. Blessing. (repeat as necessary)
*no need to fear for my well being. I've never watched Real Housewives, only seen the table-flipping scene on commercials. It's all good.
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