My friend, Rory (after whom #1 is named - we shall heretofore call them R1 and R1, for clarity), send me an extremely thought-provoking link to an article about why people (women, in particular) love to bash other moms for their "bad behavior." The article discusses mothers who do really hideous things to their children, but the main gist of the story is to bring to light mothers in general - and how they judge themselves for not being super-human.
Here is a link to the article.
After you've read it, read my comments back to R1:
"VERY interesting. I don't get on myself too much, but sometimes I am short-tempered with R2 (not yet with Fiona, though once she begins, you know, having her own thoughts and opinions, I am sure that will change). I don't hurt R2 physically, or degrade her, but I try to focus on not finding certain behaviors annoying. Like when she runs away when I am trying to get her coat on (for the 1000th time), kicks me while on the changing table (for the 1000th time), etc.
Recently, I realized/remembered that ALL this stuff - even the annoying things - will be gone far too soon. And then I will miss them. A lot.
So that's my new goal - to remember that point, and to enjoy everything. Or maybe to make a game out of the annoying stuff, so the "steam" leaves the situation and we all lighten up (meaning - ME lightening up).
They are great girls, and very well-behaved and fun. What more can I ask for? Not much! =>"
Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
ZOWIE
MAN, but is this page PINK or WHAT?
I may have to change that feature. I think I'm going blind!
I may have to change that feature. I think I'm going blind!
Welcome to RoryFionaBuzz!
I decided to start this blog because I don't want to blather on and on about the girls' life minutiae on MayhewMayhem. That can serve its purpose as a more generalist kinda site. I want this one to be the kids' online diary (as recorded by me). So blather on I shall!
This morning, en route to daycare, Rory kept telling me she wanted "to go to the restaurant," because - perhaps foolishly - I had mentioned that we would be going out to dinner that night for spaghetti and meatballs. That girl knows food, lemme tell you. So she kept chanting that she didn't want to go to daycare, but instead was opting for the restaurant. If I could have skipped work for that, I'd have been thrilled!
When we got to daycare, Rory needed to visit the daffodils growing adjacent to the building (nothing could be sweeter than hearing her say the word "daffodils" - I may need to post a video at some point. So I freed her from the car, and commanded her to remain on the grass (aka, off the driveway) while I sprung Fiona from her car seat. Fiona and I made out way over to Ror, who was pointing at the flowers and saying "they're not growing, mama."
The way a child's mind works amazes me. She was comparing two thickets of daffodils. One had flowers, and the other did not. She therefore assumed that the one wasn't growing. I told her that some things grow slowly, and they might one day have flowers. Turns out that she says that when Craig picks the girls up in the afternoon, too, and HE tells her they must not be happy.
And whatever conclusion she draws is her own!
At this point, the side door to the daycare popped open and Khalida, the woman who runs Fiona's room, stuck her head out to say hello (she was probably wondering what the heck we were doing lingering outside the building). Fiona saw her, got down out of my arms, and started toddling over toward the open door. How sweet!
Also this morning, Rory's daycare lady, Aaisha, also told me that Rory loves the playground and hates to leave when her room's allotted time is up. She rides the "yard horse" and sings "riding the range," a song from The Backyardigans (a kids' TV program on Noggin). It ends with a rousing YA HOO, and Aaisha even sang that part to me, so Rory must sing it a lot. And I am sure loudly.
And tonight we go to the restaurant! Buon Appetito, for anyone keeping track.
This morning, en route to daycare, Rory kept telling me she wanted "to go to the restaurant," because - perhaps foolishly - I had mentioned that we would be going out to dinner that night for spaghetti and meatballs. That girl knows food, lemme tell you. So she kept chanting that she didn't want to go to daycare, but instead was opting for the restaurant. If I could have skipped work for that, I'd have been thrilled!
When we got to daycare, Rory needed to visit the daffodils growing adjacent to the building (nothing could be sweeter than hearing her say the word "daffodils" - I may need to post a video at some point. So I freed her from the car, and commanded her to remain on the grass (aka, off the driveway) while I sprung Fiona from her car seat. Fiona and I made out way over to Ror, who was pointing at the flowers and saying "they're not growing, mama."
The way a child's mind works amazes me. She was comparing two thickets of daffodils. One had flowers, and the other did not. She therefore assumed that the one wasn't growing. I told her that some things grow slowly, and they might one day have flowers. Turns out that she says that when Craig picks the girls up in the afternoon, too, and HE tells her they must not be happy.
And whatever conclusion she draws is her own!
At this point, the side door to the daycare popped open and Khalida, the woman who runs Fiona's room, stuck her head out to say hello (she was probably wondering what the heck we were doing lingering outside the building). Fiona saw her, got down out of my arms, and started toddling over toward the open door. How sweet!
Also this morning, Rory's daycare lady, Aaisha, also told me that Rory loves the playground and hates to leave when her room's allotted time is up. She rides the "yard horse" and sings "riding the range," a song from The Backyardigans (a kids' TV program on Noggin). It ends with a rousing YA HOO, and Aaisha even sang that part to me, so Rory must sing it a lot. And I am sure loudly.
And tonight we go to the restaurant! Buon Appetito, for anyone keeping track.
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