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Helpful Hints for the Harried Housewife/Mama

Work with the juicebox, not against it!

1)  Before giving a juicebox to your child, take 3-4 sips first.  This reduces the likelihood of it being wielded as a watergun when squeezed.

2)  Most liquid/powder/crushed tablet medicines can be injected into a juicebox and ingested without fuss by a child.  Your local pharmacy will have plastic syringes used for giving liquid tylenol or liquid advil, sometimes they might even give them to you for free!  Just poke a hole in the juicebox with the straw, inject meds, cover hole with finger and shake vigorously, re-insert straw and serve.  (Don’t forget to take 3-4 sips BEFORE injecting meds into the juice!)

 

Kitchen Timers are good for more than Time-Out countdowns!

1) “Mooom!! She’s not letting me take a turn!”  Set an agreed on amount of time on the timer, and when the bell dings, the coveted toy must be given over to the next child.  (Make it easy on yourself and buy two timers, that way you can pre-set for the next turn afterwards:  Timer 1: 10 mins, Timer 2: 20 mins.)

2) The dinner that never ends…  Set your timer for a reasonable amount of time in which the child must clean his/her plate or forfeit dessert, or when the table gets cleared.

 

If you treat your toys like trash, so will I!

Give the child(ren) a reasonable amount of time to clean up.  If they don’t, just bag it all in Hefty’s finest and place it in the middle of the room.  It’s their last chance – after that, Mom will cart it to the town dump. (Or just stow it in a closet or car trunk for awhile and rotate the items back into the regular toy population when they’re not looking.)

 

Introduce the concept of Time-Outs for Mommy.

My kids were amused when I first started this.  But sometimes Mommy needs to take a few, rather than blow her stack over something.  My girls even like to set the timer for me, and usually let me be for the duration.  It’s also good for them to see that time-outs are not just for punishment or discipline, but also to help one get a grip on one’s emotions or situation.

 

Eat your veggies!!

A properly done smoothie can hide a multitude of evils…namely veggies.  Except broccoli – that just can’t be hidden.  Ever.

In addition to the fresh and frozen fruit, put in a scoop or two of green powder, some pro-biotic powder, some carrots, mild salad greens, some raw unpeeled organic zucchini, and the most important ingredient to cover up any unsightly greenish tint:  frozen blueberries.

The kiddies will never know that they are slurping down the equivalent to the salad bar at Sizzlers!  Just be wary of protein powders – those tend to thicken things up to the point of  being unpalatable.

A Monster Is Born…

I invented a new monster for horror films.

True, this critter has been around since Eve got her tushie booted out of the Garden, but until now I don’t think anyone’s actually given it a formal moniker:

Ladies, Gents and kids of all ages, I give you -

The SLOMBIE !!!

or in Latin: Parentus Sleepificus Nix (Parent without sleep)

This creepy critter can be found anywhere there are small children refusing to sleep, and much like the fabled Boogeyman is most often found in the nighttime hours.  It seems to crop up wherever there are newborn babies, babies with colic, nighttime-potty-training kiddies, or naughty children who Won’t Go To Bed on time.

In homes with multiples, such as twins or triplets, etc, you are more likely to find an infestation.

The typical SLOMBIE will stagger around alarmingly, as its principle form of locomotion, and emit growls, whines, and its sonorous mating call:

“SLEEEP!!!  SSSSLLLLEEEEEPPP!!!  MUST.  HAVE.  SLEEP!!!!”

The average SLOMBIE should be strongly disuaded from operating heavy machinery until it reverts to its more human form.  But that could take years (See ‘Empty Nest Syndrome’).

To repress the SLOMBIE’s baser urges, daytime doses of heavily caffeinated substances may be applied, and in the evening hours a liberal application of Haagen Daz or other similar foodstuffs may stave off such alarming behaviors such as Eating One’s Young, or having the SLOMBIE repeatedly bash it’s own poor befuddled head into hard objects such as walls.

Occasionally a SLOMBIE that’s pretty far gone can be found huddling in a corner or under a bed, weeping uncontrollably and possibly gnawing its own limbs off for entertainment (this would be a case calling for the Haagen Dazs).

While commonly irritable to some degree, the SLOMBIE isn’t usually violent, but upon being provoked may say Extremely Unkind Things to its spouse, especially if that spouse runs the vacuum just as the SLOMBIE finally manages to enter a state of temporary hibernation (If you think that hibernating bears are grouchy when woken up too early, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet!), or bangs pots and pans around in the kitchen, slams doors, or the even more heinous Waking Children Up.

That last one’s unforgiveable, folks, so Just Say No – don’t do it! – I can’t stress this strongly enough!  Not a jury in the land would convict the SLOMBIE for whatever havoc, mayhem or bloodshed it may wreak upon the hapless spouse who commits this gravest of faux pas!!  There isn’t a mountain of Haagen Dazs large enough to save you.  In fact, you can just kiss your tushie goodbye and start picking out a nice epitaph for your grave.

I expect to see an entry for SLOMBIES in Wikipedia, anyday now – but please remember:  I coined the proper name – you can put me down as: TwiceBlessedLife.com .

While I may never become famous for this, I just may be able to cadge a frappacino or two at Starbucks from time to time.

Those work better than garlic at repelling SLOMBIES, ya know!

 

Twin Sibling Rivalry…just when I thought we were in the clear

“Daddy, I think Halle’s jealous of me.”

With that small but perceptive comment from Zanna, my husband and I realized that that explained alot about Halle’s recent acting out.

We did some thinking, some praying and some discussion and managed to put a few things into perspective:

Zanna had been moving much faster thru the computer lessons the twins’ school had assigned, while Halle had been moving at a much slower pace.  And Halle had become increasingly frustrated with her slow rate of progress.

Zanna had been practically wallowing in helping me out, even going so far as to brag about how helpful to me she was being, while Halle sulked on the couch.

Last week, I discovered Zanna just sitting placidly while shrieking her head off, as Halle pinched her very hard, then when I entered the room, she wailed that Halle should have a time-out.

And lately, whenever Halle got into trouble for making messes, Zanna would self-righteously stand by and announce that she had “told” Halle repeatedly not to be naughty (which, in fact, she hadn’t – she’d actually join in the fun until I came in, then act all innocent), and then proclaim that Halle should have a time out.

And so Halle had been receiving time out after time out, and while I did admonish Zanna to not brag so much, and to not be so much of a “Little Miss Know-it-all”, Halle was bearing the brunt of the discipline, while Zanna – who’d apparently learned how to work the system – would get off scot-free in comparison.

No, we did not intentionally set out to play favorites, despite what other well-meaning but unaware-of-what-goes-on-in-our-home-on-a-24/7-basis relatives thought.

BUT, our previous discipline plan had focused only on certain overt misbehaviour, such as hitting, messing, name-calling, etc, but not covering such unattractive character traits such as bragging, false-pridefulness, and framing one’s sister thru temptation and passivity, and self-righteousness at the expense of making someone else feel bad.

So…what to do?

Well, the first thing we decided to do was to nip the “sit passively while sister hurts me and be the ‘innocent’ victim and crow when sister gets punished” thing that Zanna had going on for the longest time.  Enough was enough of that!

And we started both the girls on a “Self-Preservation” course.

We taught them the Four Things they must do when someone tries to touch them in a way that makes them uncomfortable:

1)  Loudly say “Stop that!”

2) Remove the offending hand from themselves.

3) Shout “Help!” VERY loudly.

4) Run away!

We ran both of the girls thru these drills, and they were quite pleased with themselves when we praised and high-fived them both for protecting themselves.

We figured that A) This would cut down on Zanna sitting placidly while Halle hurts her, B) Halle would no longer get time-outs for hurting her sister, and C) We would give time-outs to Zanna if she failed to make an effort to protect herself, thereby motivating her to cease sacrificing herself in an effort to set Halle up for punishment, and D) Halle’s teacher Mrs. G was thrilled at what we were doing, as she worried over the increased number of ‘child luring’ incidents appearing on the news lately.

——————————

It’s been two weeks since we started our Self Preservation role-[laying with the girls.  We’ve also tried to have more one-on-one time with them, and also try to give them more hugs and snuggles throughout the day.

We’ve already noticed some results:

Halle and Zanna, at most only have one or two fights per day, and those end pretty quickly with just a reminder from me that while Halle shouldn’t hit, Zanna is also responsible to protect herself.

Zanna is no longer bragging of her many virtues, nor is she ‘telling’ Halle how to behave.

Both the girls are playing more cooperatively – although this doesn’t extend to cooperatively putting away their toys :)

And both the girls seem to be getting along with each other without much of the tension and rivalry that was present two weeks ago.

Now, if only I can get them to pick up their toys…

#Earthday with a tired mommy of twins

I’ve got twins.  I’m tired.  It’s Earthday.

As if it’s no bother at all, BOTH of my girls’ Pre-K teachers expect me to just nip right down to the store, buy plant pots, seed packets and soil, for an Earthday project.

Oookaaay….

Except it’s pure torture to take the girls with me, and when they’re in school, I’ve got doctor’s appointments and/or “Mommy Naptime” (which, believe me I DESPERATELY need! ok?)

So, in the spirit of Earthday, I decided to do things differently:

Plant pots – after digging around a little, I found some old ones – still with a bit of dirt clinging to their insides – from last year’s attempt to start seeds indoors.

I figure – why WASTE water – a precious and valuable resource on our planet, to wash them out, especially when they’re just going to get filled with dirt again?

So into our recycled shopping bag they went.

Next, some seed packets.  After more rooting around (pun not intended – really!) I found a couple of seed packets from this past year that I got for FREE after signing up on Facebook pages.

And really, why on earth (really these puns are SO accidental!) should I WASTE money to actually BUY dirt?  Plenty of it outside!  So I grab a couple of ziploc baggies and a trowel and while the girls are eating breakfast, I skulk around our apartment complex and dig up a little soil from the already-bald spots on the lawn.

There!  All components of the Earthday project accounted for, I didn’t have to WASTE precious water, gas for driving, or money!

And best of all, I saved alot of my own precious resource – energy!  And believe you me – that is truly in short supply!

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Helpful Hints for the Harried Housewife/Mama

Work with the juicebox, not against it!

1)  Before giving a juicebox to your child, take 3-4 sips first.  This reduces the likelihood of it being wielded as a watergun when squeezed.

2)  Most liquid/powder/crushed tablet medicines can be injected into a juicebox and ingested without fuss by a child.  Your local pharmacy will have plastic syringes used for giving liquid tylenol or liquid advil, sometimes they might even give them to you for free!  Just poke a hole in the juicebox with the straw, inject meds, cover hole with finger and shake vigorously, re-insert straw and serve.  (Don’t forget to take 3-4 sips BEFORE injecting meds into the juice!)

 

Kitchen Timers are good for more than Time-Out countdowns!

1) “Mooom!! She’s not letting me take a turn!”  Set an agreed on amount of time on the timer, and when the bell dings, the coveted toy must be given over to the next child.  (Make it easy on yourself and buy two timers, that way you can pre-set for the next turn afterwards:  Timer 1: 10 mins, Timer 2: 20 mins.)

2) The dinner that never ends…  Set your timer for a reasonable amount of time in which the child must clean his/her plate or forfeit dessert, or when the table gets cleared.

 

If you treat your toys like trash, so will I!

Give the child(ren) a reasonable amount of time to clean up.  If they don’t, just bag it all in Hefty’s finest and place it in the middle of the room.  It’s their last chance – after that, Mom will cart it to the town dump. (Or just stow it in a closet or car trunk for awhile and rotate the items back into the regular toy population when they’re not looking.)

 

Introduce the concept of Time-Outs for Mommy.

My kids were amused when I first started this.  But sometimes Mommy needs to take a few, rather than blow her stack over something.  My girls even like to set the timer for me, and usually let me be for the duration.  It’s also good for them to see that time-outs are not just for punishment or discipline, but also to help one get a grip on one’s emotions or situation.

 

Eat your veggies!!

A properly done smoothie can hide a multitude of evils…namely veggies.  Except broccoli – that just can’t be hidden.  Ever.

In addition to the fresh and frozen fruit, put in a scoop or two of green powder, some pro-biotic powder, some carrots, mild salad greens, some raw unpeeled organic zucchini, and the most important ingredient to cover up any unsightly greenish tint:  frozen blueberries.

The kiddies will never know that they are slurping down the equivalent to the salad bar at Sizzlers!  Just be wary of protein powders – those tend to thicken things up to the point of  being unpalatable.

A Monster Is Born…

I invented a new monster for horror films.

True, this critter has been around since Eve got her tushie booted out of the Garden, but until now I don’t think anyone’s actually given it a formal moniker:

Ladies, Gents and kids of all ages, I give you -

The SLOMBIE !!!

or in Latin: Parentus Sleepificus Nix (Parent without sleep)

This creepy critter can be found anywhere there are small children refusing to sleep, and much like the fabled Boogeyman is most often found in the nighttime hours.  It seems to crop up wherever there are newborn babies, babies with colic, nighttime-potty-training kiddies, or naughty children who Won’t Go To Bed on time.

In homes with multiples, such as twins or triplets, etc, you are more likely to find an infestation.

The typical SLOMBIE will stagger around alarmingly, as its principle form of locomotion, and emit growls, whines, and its sonorous mating call:

“SLEEEP!!!  SSSSLLLLEEEEEPPP!!!  MUST.  HAVE.  SLEEP!!!!”

The average SLOMBIE should be strongly disuaded from operating heavy machinery until it reverts to its more human form.  But that could take years (See ‘Empty Nest Syndrome’).

To repress the SLOMBIE’s baser urges, daytime doses of heavily caffeinated substances may be applied, and in the evening hours a liberal application of Haagen Daz or other similar foodstuffs may stave off such alarming behaviors such as Eating One’s Young, or having the SLOMBIE repeatedly bash it’s own poor befuddled head into hard objects such as walls.

Occasionally a SLOMBIE that’s pretty far gone can be found huddling in a corner or under a bed, weeping uncontrollably and possibly gnawing its own limbs off for entertainment (this would be a case calling for the Haagen Dazs).

While commonly irritable to some degree, the SLOMBIE isn’t usually violent, but upon being provoked may say Extremely Unkind Things to its spouse, especially if that spouse runs the vacuum just as the SLOMBIE finally manages to enter a state of temporary hibernation (If you think that hibernating bears are grouchy when woken up too early, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet!), or bangs pots and pans around in the kitchen, slams doors, or the even more heinous Waking Children Up.

That last one’s unforgiveable, folks, so Just Say No – don’t do it! – I can’t stress this strongly enough!  Not a jury in the land would convict the SLOMBIE for whatever havoc, mayhem or bloodshed it may wreak upon the hapless spouse who commits this gravest of faux pas!!  There isn’t a mountain of Haagen Dazs large enough to save you.  In fact, you can just kiss your tushie goodbye and start picking out a nice epitaph for your grave.

I expect to see an entry for SLOMBIES in Wikipedia, anyday now – but please remember:  I coined the proper name – you can put me down as: TwiceBlessedLife.com .

While I may never become famous for this, I just may be able to cadge a frappacino or two at Starbucks from time to time.

Those work better than garlic at repelling SLOMBIES, ya know!

 

Twin Sibling Rivalry…just when I thought we were in the clear

“Daddy, I think Halle’s jealous of me.”

With that small but perceptive comment from Zanna, my husband and I realized that that explained alot about Halle’s recent acting out.

We did some thinking, some praying and some discussion and managed to put a few things into perspective:

Zanna had been moving much faster thru the computer lessons the twins’ school had assigned, while Halle had been moving at a much slower pace.  And Halle had become increasingly frustrated with her slow rate of progress.

Zanna had been practically wallowing in helping me out, even going so far as to brag about how helpful to me she was being, while Halle sulked on the couch.

Last week, I discovered Zanna just sitting placidly while shrieking her head off, as Halle pinched her very hard, then when I entered the room, she wailed that Halle should have a time-out.

And lately, whenever Halle got into trouble for making messes, Zanna would self-righteously stand by and announce that she had “told” Halle repeatedly not to be naughty (which, in fact, she hadn’t – she’d actually join in the fun until I came in, then act all innocent), and then proclaim that Halle should have a time out.

And so Halle had been receiving time out after time out, and while I did admonish Zanna to not brag so much, and to not be so much of a “Little Miss Know-it-all”, Halle was bearing the brunt of the discipline, while Zanna – who’d apparently learned how to work the system – would get off scot-free in comparison.

No, we did not intentionally set out to play favorites, despite what other well-meaning but unaware-of-what-goes-on-in-our-home-on-a-24/7-basis relatives thought.

BUT, our previous discipline plan had focused only on certain overt misbehaviour, such as hitting, messing, name-calling, etc, but not covering such unattractive character traits such as bragging, false-pridefulness, and framing one’s sister thru temptation and passivity, and self-righteousness at the expense of making someone else feel bad.

So…what to do?

Well, the first thing we decided to do was to nip the “sit passively while sister hurts me and be the ‘innocent’ victim and crow when sister gets punished” thing that Zanna had going on for the longest time.  Enough was enough of that!

And we started both the girls on a “Self-Preservation” course.

We taught them the Four Things they must do when someone tries to touch them in a way that makes them uncomfortable:

1)  Loudly say “Stop that!”

2) Remove the offending hand from themselves.

3) Shout “Help!” VERY loudly.

4) Run away!

We ran both of the girls thru these drills, and they were quite pleased with themselves when we praised and high-fived them both for protecting themselves.

We figured that A) This would cut down on Zanna sitting placidly while Halle hurts her, B) Halle would no longer get time-outs for hurting her sister, and C) We would give time-outs to Zanna if she failed to make an effort to protect herself, thereby motivating her to cease sacrificing herself in an effort to set Halle up for punishment, and D) Halle’s teacher Mrs. G was thrilled at what we were doing, as she worried over the increased number of ‘child luring’ incidents appearing on the news lately.

——————————

It’s been two weeks since we started our Self Preservation role-[laying with the girls.  We’ve also tried to have more one-on-one time with them, and also try to give them more hugs and snuggles throughout the day.

We’ve already noticed some results:

Halle and Zanna, at most only have one or two fights per day, and those end pretty quickly with just a reminder from me that while Halle shouldn’t hit, Zanna is also responsible to protect herself.

Zanna is no longer bragging of her many virtues, nor is she ‘telling’ Halle how to behave.

Both the girls are playing more cooperatively – although this doesn’t extend to cooperatively putting away their toys :)

And both the girls seem to be getting along with each other without much of the tension and rivalry that was present two weeks ago.

Now, if only I can get them to pick up their toys…

#Earthday with a tired mommy of twins

I’ve got twins.  I’m tired.  It’s Earthday.

As if it’s no bother at all, BOTH of my girls’ Pre-K teachers expect me to just nip right down to the store, buy plant pots, seed packets and soil, for an Earthday project.

Oookaaay….

Except it’s pure torture to take the girls with me, and when they’re in school, I’ve got doctor’s appointments and/or “Mommy Naptime” (which, believe me I DESPERATELY need! ok?)

So, in the spirit of Earthday, I decided to do things differently:

Plant pots – after digging around a little, I found some old ones – still with a bit of dirt clinging to their insides – from last year’s attempt to start seeds indoors.

I figure – why WASTE water – a precious and valuable resource on our planet, to wash them out, especially when they’re just going to get filled with dirt again?

So into our recycled shopping bag they went.

Next, some seed packets.  After more rooting around (pun not intended – really!) I found a couple of seed packets from this past year that I got for FREE after signing up on Facebook pages.

And really, why on earth (really these puns are SO accidental!) should I WASTE money to actually BUY dirt?  Plenty of it outside!  So I grab a couple of ziploc baggies and a trowel and while the girls are eating breakfast, I skulk around our apartment complex and dig up a little soil from the already-bald spots on the lawn.

There!  All components of the Earthday project accounted for, I didn’t have to WASTE precious water, gas for driving, or money!

And best of all, I saved alot of my own precious resource – energy!  And believe you me – that is truly in short supply!

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Helpful Hints for the Harried Housewife/Mama

Work with the juicebox, not against it!

1)  Before giving a juicebox to your child, take 3-4 sips first.  This reduces the likelihood of it being wielded as a watergun when squeezed.

2)  Most liquid/powder/crushed tablet medicines can be injected into a juicebox and ingested without fuss by a child.  Your local pharmacy will have plastic syringes used for giving liquid tylenol or liquid advil, sometimes they might even give them to you for free!  Just poke a hole in the juicebox with the straw, inject meds, cover hole with finger and shake vigorously, re-insert straw and serve.  (Don’t forget to take 3-4 sips BEFORE injecting meds into the juice!)

 

Kitchen Timers are good for more than Time-Out countdowns!

1) “Mooom!! She’s not letting me take a turn!”  Set an agreed on amount of time on the timer, and when the bell dings, the coveted toy must be given over to the next child.  (Make it easy on yourself and buy two timers, that way you can pre-set for the next turn afterwards:  Timer 1: 10 mins, Timer 2: 20 mins.)

2) The dinner that never ends…  Set your timer for a reasonable amount of time in which the child must clean his/her plate or forfeit dessert, or when the table gets cleared.

 

If you treat your toys like trash, so will I!

Give the child(ren) a reasonable amount of time to clean up.  If they don’t, just bag it all in Hefty’s finest and place it in the middle of the room.  It’s their last chance – after that, Mom will cart it to the town dump. (Or just stow it in a closet or car trunk for awhile and rotate the items back into the regular toy population when they’re not looking.)

 

Introduce the concept of Time-Outs for Mommy.

My kids were amused when I first started this.  But sometimes Mommy needs to take a few, rather than blow her stack over something.  My girls even like to set the timer for me, and usually let me be for the duration.  It’s also good for them to see that time-outs are not just for punishment or discipline, but also to help one get a grip on one’s emotions or situation.

 

Eat your veggies!!

A properly done smoothie can hide a multitude of evils…namely veggies.  Except broccoli – that just can’t be hidden.  Ever.

In addition to the fresh and frozen fruit, put in a scoop or two of green powder, some pro-biotic powder, some carrots, mild salad greens, some raw unpeeled organic zucchini, and the most important ingredient to cover up any unsightly greenish tint:  frozen blueberries.

The kiddies will never know that they are slurping down the equivalent to the salad bar at Sizzlers!  Just be wary of protein powders – those tend to thicken things up to the point of  being unpalatable.

A Monster Is Born…

I invented a new monster for horror films.

True, this critter has been around since Eve got her tushie booted out of the Garden, but until now I don’t think anyone’s actually given it a formal moniker:

Ladies, Gents and kids of all ages, I give you -

The SLOMBIE !!!

or in Latin: Parentus Sleepificus Nix (Parent without sleep)

This creepy critter can be found anywhere there are small children refusing to sleep, and much like the fabled Boogeyman is most often found in the nighttime hours.  It seems to crop up wherever there are newborn babies, babies with colic, nighttime-potty-training kiddies, or naughty children who Won’t Go To Bed on time.

In homes with multiples, such as twins or triplets, etc, you are more likely to find an infestation.

The typical SLOMBIE will stagger around alarmingly, as its principle form of locomotion, and emit growls, whines, and its sonorous mating call:

“SLEEEP!!!  SSSSLLLLEEEEEPPP!!!  MUST.  HAVE.  SLEEP!!!!”

The average SLOMBIE should be strongly disuaded from operating heavy machinery until it reverts to its more human form.  But that could take years (See ‘Empty Nest Syndrome’).

To repress the SLOMBIE’s baser urges, daytime doses of heavily caffeinated substances may be applied, and in the evening hours a liberal application of Haagen Daz or other similar foodstuffs may stave off such alarming behaviors such as Eating One’s Young, or having the SLOMBIE repeatedly bash it’s own poor befuddled head into hard objects such as walls.

Occasionally a SLOMBIE that’s pretty far gone can be found huddling in a corner or under a bed, weeping uncontrollably and possibly gnawing its own limbs off for entertainment (this would be a case calling for the Haagen Dazs).

While commonly irritable to some degree, the SLOMBIE isn’t usually violent, but upon being provoked may say Extremely Unkind Things to its spouse, especially if that spouse runs the vacuum just as the SLOMBIE finally manages to enter a state of temporary hibernation (If you think that hibernating bears are grouchy when woken up too early, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet!), or bangs pots and pans around in the kitchen, slams doors, or the even more heinous Waking Children Up.

That last one’s unforgiveable, folks, so Just Say No – don’t do it! – I can’t stress this strongly enough!  Not a jury in the land would convict the SLOMBIE for whatever havoc, mayhem or bloodshed it may wreak upon the hapless spouse who commits this gravest of faux pas!!  There isn’t a mountain of Haagen Dazs large enough to save you.  In fact, you can just kiss your tushie goodbye and start picking out a nice epitaph for your grave.

I expect to see an entry for SLOMBIES in Wikipedia, anyday now – but please remember:  I coined the proper name – you can put me down as: TwiceBlessedLife.com .

While I may never become famous for this, I just may be able to cadge a frappacino or two at Starbucks from time to time.

Those work better than garlic at repelling SLOMBIES, ya know!

 

Twin Sibling Rivalry…just when I thought we were in the clear

“Daddy, I think Halle’s jealous of me.”

With that small but perceptive comment from Zanna, my husband and I realized that that explained alot about Halle’s recent acting out.

We did some thinking, some praying and some discussion and managed to put a few things into perspective:

Zanna had been moving much faster thru the computer lessons the twins’ school had assigned, while Halle had been moving at a much slower pace.  And Halle had become increasingly frustrated with her slow rate of progress.

Zanna had been practically wallowing in helping me out, even going so far as to brag about how helpful to me she was being, while Halle sulked on the couch.

Last week, I discovered Zanna just sitting placidly while shrieking her head off, as Halle pinched her very hard, then when I entered the room, she wailed that Halle should have a time-out.

And lately, whenever Halle got into trouble for making messes, Zanna would self-righteously stand by and announce that she had “told” Halle repeatedly not to be naughty (which, in fact, she hadn’t – she’d actually join in the fun until I came in, then act all innocent), and then proclaim that Halle should have a time out.

And so Halle had been receiving time out after time out, and while I did admonish Zanna to not brag so much, and to not be so much of a “Little Miss Know-it-all”, Halle was bearing the brunt of the discipline, while Zanna – who’d apparently learned how to work the system – would get off scot-free in comparison.

No, we did not intentionally set out to play favorites, despite what other well-meaning but unaware-of-what-goes-on-in-our-home-on-a-24/7-basis relatives thought.

BUT, our previous discipline plan had focused only on certain overt misbehaviour, such as hitting, messing, name-calling, etc, but not covering such unattractive character traits such as bragging, false-pridefulness, and framing one’s sister thru temptation and passivity, and self-righteousness at the expense of making someone else feel bad.

So…what to do?

Well, the first thing we decided to do was to nip the “sit passively while sister hurts me and be the ‘innocent’ victim and crow when sister gets punished” thing that Zanna had going on for the longest time.  Enough was enough of that!

And we started both the girls on a “Self-Preservation” course.

We taught them the Four Things they must do when someone tries to touch them in a way that makes them uncomfortable:

1)  Loudly say “Stop that!”

2) Remove the offending hand from themselves.

3) Shout “Help!” VERY loudly.

4) Run away!

We ran both of the girls thru these drills, and they were quite pleased with themselves when we praised and high-fived them both for protecting themselves.

We figured that A) This would cut down on Zanna sitting placidly while Halle hurts her, B) Halle would no longer get time-outs for hurting her sister, and C) We would give time-outs to Zanna if she failed to make an effort to protect herself, thereby motivating her to cease sacrificing herself in an effort to set Halle up for punishment, and D) Halle’s teacher Mrs. G was thrilled at what we were doing, as she worried over the increased number of ‘child luring’ incidents appearing on the news lately.

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It’s been two weeks since we started our Self Preservation role-[laying with the girls.  We’ve also tried to have more one-on-one time with them, and also try to give them more hugs and snuggles throughout the day.

We’ve already noticed some results:

Halle and Zanna, at most only have one or two fights per day, and those end pretty quickly with just a reminder from me that while Halle shouldn’t hit, Zanna is also responsible to protect herself.

Zanna is no longer bragging of her many virtues, nor is she ‘telling’ Halle how to behave.

Both the girls are playing more cooperatively – although this doesn’t extend to cooperatively putting away their toys :)

And both the girls seem to be getting along with each other without much of the tension and rivalry that was present two weeks ago.

Now, if only I can get them to pick up their toys…

#Earthday with a tired mommy of twins

I’ve got twins.  I’m tired.  It’s Earthday.

As if it’s no bother at all, BOTH of my girls’ Pre-K teachers expect me to just nip right down to the store, buy plant pots, seed packets and soil, for an Earthday project.

Oookaaay….

Except it’s pure torture to take the girls with me, and when they’re in school, I’ve got doctor’s appointments and/or “Mommy Naptime” (which, believe me I DESPERATELY need! ok?)

So, in the spirit of Earthday, I decided to do things differently:

Plant pots – after digging around a little, I found some old ones – still with a bit of dirt clinging to their insides – from last year’s attempt to start seeds indoors.

I figure – why WASTE water – a precious and valuable resource on our planet, to wash them out, especially when they’re just going to get filled with dirt again?

So into our recycled shopping bag they went.

Next, some seed packets.  After more rooting around (pun not intended – really!) I found a couple of seed packets from this past year that I got for FREE after signing up on Facebook pages.

And really, why on earth (really these puns are SO accidental!) should I WASTE money to actually BUY dirt?  Plenty of it outside!  So I grab a couple of ziploc baggies and a trowel and while the girls are eating breakfast, I skulk around our apartment complex and dig up a little soil from the already-bald spots on the lawn.

There!  All components of the Earthday project accounted for, I didn’t have to WASTE precious water, gas for driving, or money!

And best of all, I saved alot of my own precious resource – energy!  And believe you me – that is truly in short supply!

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