I have a thing with drinking out of mason jars. I love it.
That is why I love this idea.
Now I just have to unpack our jars!
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Paper Sparklers
I thought this was a fun Fourth of July idea for toddlers.
Especially since Q is not the biggest fan of fireworks.
Especially since Q is not the biggest fan of fireworks.
Quiet Time
Naps are always and epic battle at our house. Q will do pretty much anything to stay awake. I have tried everything, including foregoing naps for an entire week. That ended in a very snippy, exhausted mother and an equally exhausted toddler so I decided that he needs naps. He HAS to take them, for my sanity at the very least.
The other day, after a frustrating episode of nap time I came to the realization that maybe I needed to be OK with just having "Quite Time". I realized that when I was working and not able to spend as much time with Q as I would have liked I felt guilty if he was just sitting in his bed reading, playing and awake because I felt like any moment he was awake I should be spending time with him. I felt like he needed to be sleeping for me to feel okay with doing whatever it was I needed or wanted to do.
Now that I am at home I am slowly starting to feel less guilty about having him alone in his bed, reading, singing, imagining, whatever, even if it is for and hour or two. I need that down time and it is good for him as well. I am a better mom when I get that break. I need to be okay with the fact that he may not sleep but that is fine.
The thing is, the past few days we have been doing quite time, he has eventually fallen asleep most of the days. It may take him 30-45 minutes, but instead of getting upset with him because he isn't going to sleep, I feel much more relaxed about it all. Now if he falls asleep I look at it as a bonus. The best part is I find myself enjoying his funny renditions of 'Old McDonald' and 'BINGO' without being annoyed that he isn't asleep.
The other day, after a frustrating episode of nap time I came to the realization that maybe I needed to be OK with just having "Quite Time". I realized that when I was working and not able to spend as much time with Q as I would have liked I felt guilty if he was just sitting in his bed reading, playing and awake because I felt like any moment he was awake I should be spending time with him. I felt like he needed to be sleeping for me to feel okay with doing whatever it was I needed or wanted to do.
Now that I am at home I am slowly starting to feel less guilty about having him alone in his bed, reading, singing, imagining, whatever, even if it is for and hour or two. I need that down time and it is good for him as well. I am a better mom when I get that break. I need to be okay with the fact that he may not sleep but that is fine.
The thing is, the past few days we have been doing quite time, he has eventually fallen asleep most of the days. It may take him 30-45 minutes, but instead of getting upset with him because he isn't going to sleep, I feel much more relaxed about it all. Now if he falls asleep I look at it as a bonus. The best part is I find myself enjoying his funny renditions of 'Old McDonald' and 'BINGO' without being annoyed that he isn't asleep.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Potty Humor
So apparently Old McDonald had a Poo. What? you didn't know?
Me neither. I guess only two year old boys got the memo.
Nonni warned me of little boys penchant for potty humor. I guess I didn't think it would start so soon. I mean, Q was really cracking himself up over Old McDonald's poo.
And I was faced with a parenting moment where I had to try very hard to keep a straight face and explain that it really isn't that funny to sing about Old McDonald having a poo (even though a teeny part of me thinks it is hilarious). And maybe we can think of something else old McDonald has on his farm. Like a cow.
Me neither. I guess only two year old boys got the memo.
Nonni warned me of little boys penchant for potty humor. I guess I didn't think it would start so soon. I mean, Q was really cracking himself up over Old McDonald's poo.
And I was faced with a parenting moment where I had to try very hard to keep a straight face and explain that it really isn't that funny to sing about Old McDonald having a poo (even though a teeny part of me thinks it is hilarious). And maybe we can think of something else old McDonald has on his farm. Like a cow.
Day 1
I named this blog Resident Mama because, well, my husband is a resident and I am a mom, but sometimes I feel like a resident in motherhood. You know, because residents really don't know what they are doing just yet. Scary, yes. PS. Don't go to the hospital in July...the guy sewing your face back together has no clue what he is doing. Maybe this is a lame title but it is the best I could do. Don't judge.
Today is the Drs first day of residency. He is on call every other night for one year. This means it is going to me me and the boys alone, a lot. This gives me anxiety on lots of different levels but I'm trying to keep my cool. I figure, how many people have done this before and survived? I can do it too, right?
I think mostly I have anxiety over the fact that some days I am bound to be in survival mode, except I don't want my kids to look back and remember their early childhood with a mom in survival mode all of the time. I want them to look back and have awesome childhood memories, ones where their dad is still a strong presence, even though he is working 100+ hours a week (aren't there laws against that?!). And then I think about how on earth I am going to meet the expectations I have set for myself and I think maybe I had better lower the bar.
So this is my weak attempt and documenting this experience in mothering. Documenting it for me and documenting it for Colin. So that even when he is gone for days at a time that he can still feel involved. So when all is said and done I can look back and say it was hard but it was a good time and I still managed to live and not just survive.
Today is the Drs first day of residency. He is on call every other night for one year. This means it is going to me me and the boys alone, a lot. This gives me anxiety on lots of different levels but I'm trying to keep my cool. I figure, how many people have done this before and survived? I can do it too, right?
I think mostly I have anxiety over the fact that some days I am bound to be in survival mode, except I don't want my kids to look back and remember their early childhood with a mom in survival mode all of the time. I want them to look back and have awesome childhood memories, ones where their dad is still a strong presence, even though he is working 100+ hours a week (aren't there laws against that?!). And then I think about how on earth I am going to meet the expectations I have set for myself and I think maybe I had better lower the bar.
So this is my weak attempt and documenting this experience in mothering. Documenting it for me and documenting it for Colin. So that even when he is gone for days at a time that he can still feel involved. So when all is said and done I can look back and say it was hard but it was a good time and I still managed to live and not just survive.
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