More Bedtime Drama

It's hard to motivate myself to write a blog after the bedtime war every night. A couple of nights ago, I told him to get in bed and go to sleep about 50 times. He just kept getting up and opening his door and smirking at me. I would try to ignore him and calmly put him back to bed. It was not easy. I told him I was going to put him in time out the next day for one minute for every time I shut the door. That didn't work. And I didn't fall through on it because trying to keep him in time out for 20 minutes would have become an hour ordeal as I would have to keep returning him to his timeout spot.

The silver lining in the cloud (the cloud being the fact that he can now defeat the childproof lock on his door) is that he can let himself out of his bedroom after he wakes up from his nap. Today I think he played for about 45 minutes while Casey and I continued our naps. I heard him playing with some of his books down in the playroom and then he came down to see if I was awake yet. I asked him what he had been doing and he said, "I was just reading some books to Tugger."

Other than the bedtime struggles, we had a pretty busy Labor Day weekend. Pat's brother got married in Philly and my parents drove down from Maine to help babysit. Jack was in the wedding as the ring bearer and he did a great job. He loved getting ready with all the guys, although he was a little intimated with all the girls in their pretty dresses. When it was time to walk down the aisle, he got very serious and walked very slowly and did such a good job. My parents were watching Casey...there was no way she was going to stay still in a pew for any longer than 2.5 seconds.

Here are some pictures...mostly from after the wedding and before the reception when Casey and Chase joined the fun.

And for the record, I've been upstairs 5 times in the middle of this post to put Jack back to bed and he is now yelling from his bedroom.

Hockey Helmet

Last week, Casey dropped her morning nap and started napping only once a day. And I found myself with so much more time on my hands. I was able to workout for more than 30 minutes at the gym without trying to rush back to the house and get lunch ready and fit in naptime. I was also able to shower at the gym so I didn't waste any precious naptime minutes doing that. We went grocery shopping, got the car detailed, went to Farmer's markets and playgrounds and we did a little shopping. I was finally able to stop by a couple of thrift stores that I have wanted to check out for a while.

I have been reading a lot of blogs where people decorate and make rooms look amazing with some really inexpensive thrift store finds, usually improved with a can of spray paint. It inspired me to try to find some of my own deals but I didn't really have the time until now.

On Friday, Jack, Casey and I headed into the CHKD Thrift store to see what we could find. The kids found a train table that they really enjoyed. It had the train tracks glued on there and Jack was a little disappointed that he didn't have his trains with him. We might not have left the store if he'd brought Molly along. (Molly is his special train, a reward for making the move from pooping in his underwear to using the potty.) Anyway, I didn't really see anything that jumped out at me.

We got to the meager toy section and the kids were poking around on the shelves. Casey pulled a car out and pushed it around the floor. Jack found some lacrosse sticks and wanted to know what they were. And then...Jack found a hockey helmet.

At first glance, it was just a hockey helmet that I was pretty sure would be too big for him. Then I took a second look at it. It was in really good shape and looked like a youth helmet. I'm not even sure it had been worn before. I couldn't tell what size it was, but it was certified until 2011. I was wondering if Jack's head would fit into this helmet before 2011. Then, I saw the price - $2.98. Whether he would ever wear this helmet in any sort of real hockey action no longer needed consideration.

Jack has turned my socks, his socks, wooden blocks, slippers, and plastic bags into hockey skates. He has turned train pieces, bean bags, McDonald's toys and golf balls into hockey pucks. Our hardwood floors are ice. Diego and Nemo push toys are Zambonis. And every time he plays hockey, he straps a pretend helmet onto his head (and anyone who is playing with him).

Buy the child a 3 dollar helmet whether it fits or not!

So, we left the store with Jack's first hockey helmet resting soundly on his head. He claimed that it fit and was very excited because, "Now I don't have to wear a pretend helmet anymore." As we were walking to the car, Jack tripped and fell on his knees on the concrete sidewalk. His already scraped up knee was ripped open again and he was actually bleeding quite a bit. I got him into the car and started to try to clean it up, at which point he told me, "Mommy, my knee really hurts but I didn't hurt my head at all because I had my helmet on."

I didn't have the heart to tell him that he might have noticed the uneven pavement and not tripped if he wasn't wearing a hockey helmet that was too big.

An Hour of Patience and Cleanliness

The upstairs of my house is almost spotless. Everything is in its place...clothes are put away, toys are put away. Two loads of laundry have been folded, three loads have been put away. Toys that migrated into my room have returned to their homes. And I have Jack to thank for this.

In the hour and fifteen minutes since I put him to bed he has come out of his room about every five minutes...

1. to pee

2. to get some more water

3. to pee

4. to pee

5. to poop

6. to poop

So, while waiting for the next time he comes out of his room, I've done a little tidying up there. But I'm about at my wits end with this whole process.

In the meantime, the downstairs has toys strewn everywhere and dishes are piled around the sink. I started to sweep and got about half done before I had to run upstairs again. Also, the dog is waiting for me to take her out. Not so patiently, I might add. But now it's dark and I just want to go to bed myself. I'm just hoping that my patience and persistence might pay off some day soon and the child will just go to bed and stay there.

Where did my good sleepers go?

Not much from me lately because I seem to be spending my evenings trying to get Jack to go to sleep. Tonight I stood outside his door and repeatedly put him back to bed...it took about 15 times and a trip to the potty. I'm also transitioning Casey to one nap. She finally took a good one today.

Yesterday I put the kids down for a nap. I jumped in the shower about 20 minutes later. By the time I was out, Casey was screaming from her bedroom. After I got her, Jack appeared from his room and told me that he was just waiting for me to get out of the shower. Obviously he'd been out of his room and knew I was showering. But, I don't know if he woke up Casey or Casey woke him up. Either way, they were both up after 30 minutes of napping. It made for a pretty long day.

On Friday night, Pat and I had date night. Jack managed to swindle the new babysitter into reading to him until 9:30pm. He kept saying, "Another one?" and she kept reading him another one. And then he was up bright and early at 6am. I heard go into the bathroom and use the potty. When I got up a few minutes later to check on him, he was laying on the carpet with his pants around his ankles, just waiting for someone to get up. I guess I should have just left him there...maybe he would have fallen back asleep.

We had a great time at a birthday party on Saturday at The Little Gym. Jack loved tumbling around and jumping on things. So much so, that we ended up enrolling him for the fall "semester." Now I don't feel so left out of all the back to school mania...Jack is starting a class too.

Conversation Twist

Conversations with Jack these days can tend to go like this:

Me: Do you want a snack before we go?

Jack: (Nods his head left and right, then up and down)

Me: Do you want a snack or not?

Jack: I want one.

Me: What do you want?

Jack: (Silence)

Me: How about a fruit twist?

Jack: Yeah.

I hand Jack a fruit twist.

Jack: Nooooo! Noooo! I don't want a fruit twist. (Very whiny.)

Me: You just told me you wanted a fruit twist.

Jack: No, I don't want one.

Me: What do you want for a snack Jack?

I toss the fruit twist on the counter in frustration.

Jack walks over to the pantry and looks in.

Jack: I want something different.

Me: Raisins? Crackers? Fruit leather? A banana?

Jack: A fruit twist. Why did you throw that on the counter Mommy?

But then, later in the day, he will come up with an ensemble such as this:

And the laughter makes me forget about the 5 minute conversation about a fruit twist. Those are my socks put to use as skates.

After thinking about the snack conversation a little more, I came to the startling realization that maybe he picks food the way I do. The whole conversation we had is almost exactly like the thoughts that go through my head when I'm trying to find a snack. That's not necessarily a good thing in me and probably doesn't bode well for a 3 year old (or his mother). I might have a little more patience for this process though. Although I don't think this was part of it, my mother did curse me, in hopes that my children would be as picky as I was and I would endure her pain.

This blog is becoming quite introspective. Who knew?

Stall Tactics

My sister thought I should blog about my dinner tonight. I'm not sure if she thought my experience was funny or thought the food sounded good.

I was supposed to use toasted pita bread in the salad I was making, but since I forgot to get any kind of bread at the commissary this morning, I tried to toast some tortillas on the grill. I burned two batches of them and just gave up on that. Jack picked up one of the burnt ones though, and thought it was good. Kid won't eat a potato but thinks burnt tortillas are good. He also tried a leaf of oregano today and thought that was yummy. Anyway, the salad turned out all right. The nice part was that I used my three ripe tomatoes from my sad looking tomato plants and oregano from my "garden" as well.

The other part of my dinner was some grilled chicken that had been marinating all day. I was a little hasty in getting it off the grill so it wasn't cooked all the way through. I threw it back on the grill but Pat and I had both kind of lost our interest in it after that.

So dinner was kind of a disappointment, but that means we have more room for ice cream. Oops, forgot that aisle at the grocery store too.

I also thought I'd write about Jack's efforts in delaying bed time. I have to commend him for his tactics despite the fact that it's driving me crazy. He's had me up the stairs at least 4 times every night since we got home last week. At least.

First, he wants another song. I sing another song and say good night again. 3 minutes later, he wants another song. I go up and tell him I'm done singing songs. Then he moves on to water. He's thirsty. I get him some water. I wised up and started leaving some water in his room so he can't use that as an excuse. He's used all these stall tactics in the past.

Then he came up a with a couple new ones...

One night, he stood at his door and very quietly starting chanting, "Yum...yum...yum...yum..." He did it for about 5 minutes until it developed into, "I'm HUNGRY!" It very well may be true that he is hungry because he has a tough time eating the dinner that is placed in front of him. But he's been warned that he's not getting food at bedtime. Either way, this yelling from his bedroom prompts me to run up the stairs again and tell him he's not getting any food. Tonight, it was tough because he wanted the cucumbers that he had left on his plate. I had to turn down my child asking for vegetables.

And finally, he's started asking to go on the potty. He goes all day without asking to go on the potty. I have to literally drag him there half the time. (As soon as I tell him it's time to go on the potty, he tells me that his legs don't work.) But he's cunning and he knows that I won't deny him the use of the potty after bedtime. Especially now that he's finally doing #2 on the potty. And so we've had a couple of cozy evenings in the bathroom while he tells me that he's trying and trying and trying to go. To give him credit, he eventually achieves success after all this trying, but it's a little trying on me. I will say they're some of funniest moments I've ever had with him, but I'll spare you the potty talk.

I've resorted to threatening him with no snacks the next day if he doesn't go to sleep. Hopefully this will continue to work because I don't have much else in my arsenal. Why can't he just quietly read books after bedtime like I used to when I was a kid? If he were to answer that question, he'd probably say, "Because I don't know the words yet Mommy."

I think a 13 hour car ride (which we did on Monday and then 7 more on Tuesday) would have made for a better day than today. Maybe I should have let Jack watch as much TV as he would have in the car.

I'm just wondering how many million times I will have to remind Jack to say 'please' when he wants something before he finally does it on his own. I'm also wondering how many nights he will barely eat dinner and then tell me he is hungry once he's in bed.

I think there are books out there that tell you how to get your child to listen and do things simply because he is told to do it. Maybe I should see if they have one at the library. Because I am tired of trying to come up with a negative consequence for all of Jack's infractions. Not that they don't usually work in the short term, but I think he forgets (maybe purposely) what the consequences are after a bit of time, like 3.7 seconds.

Speaking of the library...we have a book that is about two months overdue. Thinking about returning that this week. I was going to go on Wednesday until Jack informed me that he didn't need any new books. Apparently this statement was only true for a few hours. After I scrapped the trip to the library, Jack let me know that we needed to go there before we went to the gym. We haven't gotten there yet and I've racked up another 30 cents in library debt. Little does the library know that this book has travelled to Maine and back with a layover in Philly.

Anyway, the joys of having a 3 year old are little much for me today. We'll try again tomorrow. It's time to walk the dog and catch up on some Tivo shows.