Showing posts with label pre-school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pre-school. Show all posts

Sunday, October 26, 2014

4, almost 3, and close to 7 months today.

Those seem like good ages to do a general kid update. 

Garrett turned four a month ago. He's doing really well with life in general. Goes to bed easy. Still sleeps about 10-11 hours at night and takes a two hour nap every afternoon. He's been in preschool for 2 months now and he loved the first three weeks. Then, on his birthday he had a really hard day. He didn't show it in the morning but when I got to his school with cupcakes and ice cream he was crying. His teacher said he'd been crying off and on all day and he missed me. And now he has good days and emotional days.  Wanting to make sure I won't forget to pick him up, telling me how much he'll miss me, asking me to sit outside his school for four hours and wait, etc. He has a couple good buddies now and that really helps. He still says he loves it and prays everyday that he can go back, but he also tells me that he's ready to be all done with school. (Haha, only about 15-20 more years bud.) 

He's already learned a lot. Before preschool he had a couple numbers he didn't recognize and he only recognized about half the letters. Now he knows all the numbers and almost all the letters and he's quickly learning the sounds the letters make. He's memorized several songs, and he's also memorized the scriptures for each month. He's awesome with scissors, and before preschool he'd had zero practice. He's talking with more detail and asks much more specific questions. He's a sensitive kid and he can be hard on himself. He sometimes tries to give up too easily if he can't figure something out right away, but with a little encouragement he keeps trying and always figures things out.  I know it'll get better and I really love the school.

He (and Addie) just finished six weeks of tumbling. He was the only boy in his class and he loved every second of it. He joins right in and tries (and usually nails) every new trick. The first week they had a quick drink break and he took one sip of water and then confidently announced, "I'mmmm back in the game!" as he ran toward the mats. We drove past the tumbling place tonight and they yelled, "There's tumbling!!"  Then I told them we finished and Garrett started to cry.  I thought he was faking it at first, but there were legitimate tears and a quivery lip.  I found out from a friend that the same course starts again in two weeks, so I guess we'll do it again!
 
He took swimming lessons this summer and really pushed himself. I could tell he was nervous about a few things he learned but he was brave and determined and did really well. 

He loves his sisters. And he's a tender-hearted, generous boy. On his worst day of preschool he earned a treasure box prize for being a good listener all week and of all the toys, treats and stickers in the box, he picked a pair of purple sunglasses for Addie. 

I love his heart. And I love watching him learn and grow. 

Addie will be three in November. She's always been my 'Live Wild Child'. She's funny, happy, sweet, sassy, and full of energy and love. She's everything that warms my heart and freaks me out all at the same time. She's the little leader of our family, and kind of sets the tone for how the day goes in a lot of ways. Most days it's awesome. She and Garrett are best friends and watching them play and talk and laugh is one of the greatest things I've ever experienced in my life. 

We are in mom and me preschool and she loves it. She's obedient, helpful, patient and sweet at school. She's a bit timid at times and needs some encouragement to participate in the interactive activities but she always has a great time. She's also learning a lot too. She learns a lot from the homework and practicing I do with Garrett and I think she'll be more than ready to start going to Garrett's preschool next year. 

She took swimming this summer and hated it. We hired a private teacher for one on one lessons and after week two she refused to do it without me or her grandma in the pool with her. If we were there, she was happy to try new things and was so proud of herself, even if she didn't quite do what the instructor was asking of her. But it's okay. She's two. And we'll try it again next year. 

She also did tumbling. She (eventually) loved it. The first five minutes or so the teacher has them hop back and forth down the mats. Walk backwards, tip-toe with hands in the air, etc. and she WOULD NOT do it the first two classes. Garrett's out there killin' it with the ladies like a ballerina and Addie's fighting back the tears. And then the trampoline, balance beams, swinging bars, and platforms come out and she's like Gabby Douglas out there livin' the dream. Whatever kid. But after two classes she was fine and did everything with over the top excitement. More than half of us in the class are friends that signed up together and it's so much fun sitting at the side laughing at our friggin cute kids. 

Addie is so good with Charlie. She's so helpful and attentive with her. She always wants to check on her. "I'm gonna tip toe and see if Charlie's awake, no yeah, k?!" And if I'm cooking and she's playing with her she comes and gives random updates. "Charlie's scooting by the chair." "Charlie's happy mom." "I put a blanket on Charlie cause Charlie's cold." "Charlie don't need a binky from she's not fussy." "We need to buy new batteries so Charlie can swing higher and higher." And Charlie loves Addie. She can be a bit in-your-face with her but Charlie doesn't seem to mind. She gets so excited when Addie's around. 

And Addie's potty trained! I have a crappy potty training method. (Or, based on my track record, maybe it's the best method ever.) I randomly decide one morning that we're doing it. No timers, no naked days, no practice sitting on the potty, no rewards. Just put on some underwear. Then after one accident, I decide it's not the day and I throw on a diaper. I do that for 5-7 days and then I fully commit. We do a day of going through 5 or so pairs of underwear and then in the next day or two, and forever more, we're good. There's an accident once in a while but it hasn't ever been a long dreadful process for us (knock on wood). My only advise would be to wait until your kid is old enough to kind of reason with. Both Garrett and Addie were about two or three months from turning three. (Addie will be three in three weeks and we're going on about two months of being potty trained.) I'll never be one of those moms who wants to potty train as soon as they're two (or younger). Way too much work. 

And lastly my little Charlie girl. She's the kind of baby that makes you want to pop out a few more. I described her a few days ago like an awesome blackjack hand. The one you should stay on because it's not likely to get any better. But you're on a roll so you want to say 'hit me!' just to see what happens. Maybe that's not the best analogy. I'll just say she's the perfect cherry on top of our gooey, nutty delicious sundae. 

She's the perfect third child. What I mean is, when you only have one child and that child is napping. You tip toe and stay so quiet and never intentionally wake them up. You feed them at home on your fluffy comfy couch. You let them lay on a blanket with no fear of getting hit in the head with a toy, or a foot. When number three comes along, you pick them up from a deep sleep and strap them in the car seat to go from one place to the next to keep up with the older two. Naps often happen in a stroller or baby carrier with a whole lot going on in the background. Feedings often get interrupted and finished after a knee is bandaged or a bum is wiped. Or sometimes (if someone else is driving) I climb in the back and lean into her car seat for a quick on-the-go feeding as we're running late for some activity. And being on a blanket on the floor? It didn't even take till the six month mark for this girl to see how unsafe that is. She's not crawling yet, but she's trying. She scoots backwards like a boss and rolls to where she wants to go. And she spins in a circle like nobody's business. I often find her half way under a chair, all the way under her swing, or against the wall pulling on a cord that's plugged in. Toddler-proof is different than baby-proof, I'm being reminded. And it's already time! And she handles all of it with very little complaints. She's never been a crier, and still isn't. It's only when she's really hungry that I get a little reminder. 

She still wakes once a night to feed but it's usually pretty quick. Unless she has a cold like all five of us had last month in which case she wakes six times a night. 

She's eating whatever we give her. It's mostly table food. Like vegis, fruit, pinto beans, potatoes, chicken. All mashed up or little bites. I did baby-led feeding with Addie and I'm doing it with Charlie too. So much less work to just feed them what we're eating! (And/or let them feed themselves!) She loves purées which the other two didn't, so I feed her those more than I thought I would. And she's liked it all, vegis and fruit. She'll eat a whole one in one meal, and the other two would make one of those last three feedings and I'd usually throw some away. I guess her faves are probably sweet potatoes, squash, apple, pear, and avocado, and any flavor of goats milk greek yogurt from our local farmers market. It's expensive, but all three kids thinks it's ice cream. 

It really is crazy how busy life is right now and how fast time goes. I feel like I'll never catch up. On anything, let alone blogging. Two nights ago as I ran into my chiropractors office one minute before he closed but desperate for an adjustment, I apologized to the receptionist for being late and said, "my kids had tumbling 'graduation' tonight and we all know what a big deal that is." And she said, "hey that is OK. You have no idea how much I wish I could be back to those days." It really is the best time and I'm trying to enjoy it all.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

I'm happy. I'm sad. And "that's okay."

I've spent a lot of hours and a lot of hundreds of dollars talking about my brain.  I wont bore you with much of that, but it's a strange one and sometimes a hard one to live with. 

One of the most basic points that my counselor helped me understand and learn to be okay with was that it's okay/possible and even normal to be happy and sad at the same time.  It's pretty basic and elementary really, but wow it took some time (and still takes reminders). 

"My husband has a good job," I'd say.  "He loves me.  I don't have to work.  We have a nice place to live.  I have happy, healthy kids. I have no reason to be sad." 

My counselor would respond with good insight that I only half listened to because I was ready for my next round.

"My friend just lost another baby and I've never struggled with that.  I don't have a right to be sad that I'm so sick this pregnancy." 

"Another friend has a baby with cystic fibrosis.  I don't have a right to be sad that mine has to wear a helmet for 3 months." 

"I just met someone who's mom lives in Australia.  I can't be sad that mine seems so far away in Utah."

I had so many reasons why I was failing at happiness that my counselor had to really dumb it down for me. 

"Say we each have one of our kids in a car and we get in a car accident.  My kid breaks his back and has to have surgery and lots of physical therapy.  Your kid breaks his arm and needs a cast.  Do you not have the right to be sad because my kid's injury is worse than your kids?"

I'd gave the wrong answer and he'd get mad at me.  "You have every right to grieve and be sad!"  He did several scenarios before I finally started to say that it was okay to feel sad even if I 'should' feel happy.  We talked about death.  We talked about getting old.  We talked about losing babies.  We talked about losing spouses.  We talked about happy things that have sad parts.  We talked about sad things that have happy parts. We talked about doing things that make us happy while we work through things that make us sad.  We talked about things that make us happy and sad at the same time.  "I'm happy that I get a vacation with Paul.  But I'm sad about the vacation because I'll miss my kids."  The exact same thing making me happy AND sad.  Really basic stuff folks.  But there was an intense emotional battle going on in my brain and I needed help.  And I got help. 

I'm so happy to report that baby number three came with very little postpartum depression. I'm so thankful for that because the chances were good.  And my paper work of medical history at the hospital had a whole team of social workers checking up on me often before they let me take Charlie home.  I was scared for a while.  Wondering every morning for the first couple of months if 'this was the day I'd crash.'  We even joined a service and interviewed several nannies and contacted night nurses for information and pricing when Charlie was just a couple weeks old, just so that if I needed it, we'd be ready with options to hire help.  I had days here and there where I was ready to hire full-time help, but here we are 6 months later and I'm feeling really confident and happy as a mom.

Two weeks ago, about a week into preschool, I overheard a conversation between Garrett and Addie at the coffee table while I was cleaning the kitchen.  They were talking about preschool, just before we were leaving to drop Garrett off.

(conversation translation: my kids often say 'from' instead of 'because')

I typed this out in my phone as I was listening because it kind of made my jaw drop.

A:  Do you like preschool Garrett?
G: I love preschool.
A: I love preschool too.
G: You don't go to preschool.
A: No, I love YOUR preschool but I'm going to miss you. 
G: I love it too but I'm sad from I'm going to miss you.
A: That's okay.  I'm sad from I love you and I'm happy from you love preschool.
G: I'm happy too and I'm gonna hug you and mom and Charlie at preschool from I'm sad.
A: That's okay.                 

I started to cry as I listened, and I cried just now as I read it again and typed it.  Not even three and four years old yet, and they were teaching, and understanding that it's okay to be happy and sad. 

Addie is my "That's okay" kid.  If you don't have one, you should train one.  She calmly, happily, and matter-of-factly says, "That's okay" to just about every stressful or frustrating situation. 

"Oh Addieeeeee, you peed in your underwear!"  --That's okay, I can get another one underwear...with Nemo on it this time.

"DANG IT!  I forgot to grab the bench from our bedroom for our pictures."  --That's okay, maybe Bapa and Gaga have a tiny bench we can use.

"No guys, I didn't want all the markers, chalk, and crayons dumped on the carpet."  --That's okay, we can just use them and pick them up. 

And guess what?  We are at 100% success rate that everything she said was okay, ended up being okay. 

Garrett's picked up on it too, so I get a lot of reminders that "That's okay" even when, in the moment, I act like it might not be.  He even did it in reverse once with me and it was a good reminder that I need to do better at letting them know that it's okay to mess up.  Charlie got a hold of some of Garrett's flashcards and I was too exhausted to take them away.  Garrett found the three soggy ones a few minutes later and said, "oh no mom, what happened to my cards??"  "Umm, Charlie accidentally ate them, sorry pal, I'll buy you some more."  "That's okay" he said, without skipping a beat, "I have some more." 

I've always heard parents and teachers talk about how much adults learn from kids.  It's still amazing to me how young they are, how often I learn, and how important the lessons they teach me really are.   

(Full disclosure: This was written a couple weeks ago and Garrett's feelings about loving preschool have changed a bit this week. But that's life I guess. Always something new to work on.) 

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

a new season

I was going to call this one 'Playing Catch-up' but I feel like that could become a pretty common title, so I won't, but that's what I'm doing...

Summer is almost here. But, California, so it's nothing super different. The longer days are the biggest thing I notice and I love it. I thought it would take weeks, maybe months before I'd venture out alone with all three kids. Turns out I'm a lot less nervous and more laid back this time around because we took off for the farmers market and a long walk just a couple days after my mom left. 

Addie giving Garrett a mobile massage while we walked. 
Farmers market cookie break. 



After trying 5 other baby carriers between the first two kids, I finally got smart and went with the Ergo this time. It's awesome. 


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Before Charlie was born we had a mega long to-do list. There were 86 things on it. We finished everything except for: clean the stroller, and, 'Explorer'. We haven't driven our explorer for a couple of years. We just pay monthly insurance and let it sit there. We've let visitors borrow it a couple of times but haven't needed it otherwise. We've gone back and forth on whether or not to sell it, but ultimately, Paul wasn't up for listing it, finding time to let people test drive it, etc. so I don't know what "Explorer" meant on the list, it was just on the list. Maybe it was to get new license plates because someone stole those. And someone also stole our registration stickers off the van plates so now it looks like we haven't registered it since 2006.  Anyway, I REALLY wanted the explorer gone. I felt like it was getting to the point where it would need more work than it was worth. A couple of days after Charlie was born Paul found a note on it that said, "if you're looking to sell this as is, please call me." I guess someone had wandered by enough to notice it never moves. Long story short, the car was sold the next day to the guy who left the note. So easy and quick! And I'm happy it's gone! 
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We started the preschool hunt for Garrett a couple of weeks after Charlie was born. Little did I know, preschools in California have waiting lists. Looooong waiting lists. Like, the first school I toured, and filled out the waiting list card for, the assistant director said, most people leave the birth date line blank and for the name put Baby Lastname. I looked up a little confused, and she said, people get on the waiting list as soon as they find out they're pregnant. Alright...well that makes me feel hopeful. So, Garrett, Addison, and Charlie are all on the list. We went to an open house at the school a few days later and met the director. She knew all about us, and greeted us like she was waiting for us to arrive. It was a little strange. She said something at the end like, "So, Garrett is the one we're really trying desperately to get enrolled this fall, correct?" Not to sound overly confident, but I feel like we could get in there if we wanted to. But I think we found a school we like better. It's of course the most expensive of all we've looked into and for that reason, has a shorter waiting list. And it sounds like we can get in for fall on the days we picked if we decide by June. He's "too old" for preschool. What? So this fall he will be in pre-K. And the next year he will be in T-K (transitional kindergarten) and then he'll start kindergarten in 2 years. As of right now, we're hoping to keep our kids out of public schools. So that means private or home school. So that means private. The school we like is preschool through 6th grade and it's private. K-6 costs $4100 a year plus registration fees (which I think are about $200). So, kinda like college for 5 year olds. Sigh...I don't know what we'll do, but at least we have 2 years to decide. The good news is that once you have three kids enrolled there, the 4th and on are free. So now we can just keep having more babies and rest easy knowing we'll never spend more than $12,900 a year for elementary school. So there's that. (But it'll probably go up every year.)

(Pictures from an open house at the school with the long waiting list.)
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My siblings David, and Scott and Laura came out to see us a few weeks ago. Laura and I got pedicures and had lunch and went shopping while the guys watched the kids. We went on walks. Out to eat. And they babysat while I did a snack bar for a wedding. It went by fast and the kids loved having them here. Little Garrett gets so emotional when visitors leave. It breaks my heart!

Uncle Dave brought new swim suits and clothes for the kids. 


The snack bar was for Paul's coworkers daughter. Kind of a last minute job because of some changes in the plans, but I pulled it off. 


That's the hodge podge update for now. There's more, but I'll get to that when I can.