Thursday, August 26th, 2010
Story #1: With the remodel in progress, we’ve moved the kids to their room upstairs while Jason and I are still sleeping downstairs. So after 4 and a half years of having kiddos in our lives, we finally broke down and bought a baby monitor. On a separate note, when we sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to Tarek earlier this month, he didn’t really get it. Since then it’s been growing on him. This morning we woke up to this coming out of the baby monitor:
Tarek (singing): Happy Birthday to Taaaaarek. Haa-
Maia (interupting): Tarek, quiet … stop singing. I’m trying to sleep!
Story #2: Maia is a little obsessed with President Obama. She recognizes his voice on the radio and gets excited if she sees a picture of him. Today, the kids and I were standing in line at Alterra coffee shop and Maia yelled, “Mama, look … Obama.” I was instantly embarrassed and sheepishly looked around the room for the unsuspecting man who was just falsely accused of being President Obama. Instead, and to my relief, I realized that she saw a photo of him on a greeting card and there was no actual doppelgänger in the room.
Tuesday, August 24th, 2010
I asked Tarek if he needed me to cut the huge slice of watermelon he was trying to eat.
T: “No”
S: “You’re OK, you got a handle on it?”
T: (flipping it over and pointing to the spot he was holding) “I god a han-el”
Tuesday, June 8th, 2010
If you are the employed-out-of-the-house half of a couple with the other as a full-time parent, and you have ever thought, “Why can’t she just keep the house clean, finish the laundry, etc.? She has all that time during the day.” Or perhaps you are like the young, single colleague of my husband who found out I am out of the work-force, taking care of our kids and said, “Oh, I wish I could just sit at home.” Here’s some food for thought.
It was about 11 AM and we had recently gotten home from the gym (where I had a blissful hour without constant demands from tiny voices) and the playground (where I served snack, pretended to be a pirate, and worked to prevent any major disputes or broken bones). We had been in the house for a few minutes and I thought the kids were playing in their room, when Maia came to tell me Tarek was digging in the plant in our room. (We thought teaching them about gardening was a good thing!) I sent them to the living room, so I could get the vacuum and start to clean up the mess. Thirty seconds later, I came in to find all the pillows off the couch and the kids running, screaming and jumping around the room.
Looking at the couch reminded me how much it needed to be vacuumed, and I had the vacuum out anyway. I now understood completely that I could not finish the couch or bedroom clean up jobs with kids acting like a raging tornado, so I strapped Tarek in his high chair and asked Maia to sit too until I could finish the clean up and make them lunch. This restraining method worked well enough, with some blocks to play with and a few stops in my cleaning to mediate disputes and/or protect children and furniture.
Then it was time for me to make and serve their lunches. This task, like most, is accompanied by statements like, “Mom, I don’t think you’re going as fast as you can,” or perhaps, as I walk into the dining room with my hands full of their plates and food, “Can I have some milk?” It is simply not possible to give them everything they need as immediately as they think they need it.
After lunch, I changed Tarek’s diaper, and he fell asleep. Maia played for a while before I put her in the bedroom too. She didn’t sleep, but stayed relatively quiet for about 40 minutes. It was about 12:50 PM when she went into her room and I had a phone call for a job at 1:00 PM. On multiple previous occasions in similar scenarios, I have found myself trying to carefully explain why it is that I need to put the other person on hold for a minute – without giving out the truth of the matter, which is that Maia is out of her bed, on the toilet and yelling for help.
This time, I had a full 30 minutes of conversation, and only during that last few minutes of wrapping things up was Maia yelling progressively more loudly, “CAN I GET UP!?” Amazingly, this didn’t wake up her brother and I was able to finish the phone conversation.
Then, I had to hope Tarek stayed asleep long enough for me to wash the dishes (by hand) and take a shower before having to prepare a snack for both of them and move on to another activity to keep them entertained for the duration of the afternoon. Meanwhile, I needed to prepare a campfire-only meal plan for a 4-day weekend away from home. I had already given up the idea of actually purchasing the food that day.
Getting back to Jason’s colleague’s comment, “just sit at home” really is not how I would describe my life. For me, “just sitting at home” doesn’t even sound like fun. Going to a place of work, occupying my brain with my own thoughts and occasionally having a stimulating adult conversation seems like a vacation. Add in the possibility of receiving something approximating praise for work done or the thought of avoiding an identity crisis every time I am asked “what do you do?” and what is left of my shredded sense of self-worth starts to do somersaults.
Recently, Jason put the kids to bed one evening, while I went to join a group bike ride. I didn’t realize the extent of freedom and happiness I was feeling during the ride, until two people, separately, made comments about how much I was smiling.
Anyone who has read this blog before knows that our kids are hilarious and we have a great time doing many fun things. I have the privilege to “stay home,” which means that Jason and I do not both have to rush home to make dinner and spend the weekend doing chores. “Staying home” allows my kids to go to the Audubon Preschool, a 2.5 hour program that is impossible for an employed person to manage without significant outside help, or a very flexible work schedule.
Stay-at- home parents make the decision to do so for a variety of reasons, but I am certain not one of them involves the hope of sitting on the couch watching Days of Our Lives while “being taken care of” by the spouse who shared in the decision.
Wednesday, April 21st, 2010
Tarek’s response to this photo …
“move please … stuck”
When I asked if there were too many puppies in the bath he gave a defiant “yeth”.
Thursday, April 15th, 2010
Maia said, “We’re looking to see if it’s warm enough to go outside for a bike ride.” Followed by, “Tarek, that school bus is as big as your head!”
