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A Little Alize Anyone?

With two weeks left until baby is due and three weeks until my oldest goes to Pre-K, my energy and patience is surely being tested. Although the baby has dropped and I feel a little better in terms of being able to breath and move around a little more, I still have two busy boys to attend to and nesting syndrome that is taking over me so nap time is extremely important to me.

I have been so busy trying to do whatever I can in these last few weeks to recap whatever we went over during the summer and prepare my five year old for preschool. So everyday that I don’t have prenatal visits (which is every week at this point), I have been taking the boys somewhere. So today we went to the library to stock up on some more books to read.

I was nervous from the beginning because it is always an adventure to keep my one year old quiet. He loves to bang toys loudly and you never quite know when he’s ready to play catch until it’s a little too late and, “oops, sorry he just hit you in the face with that ball? Oh no”!

Luckily, there was another mom there with her three children and the youngest was the same age so I figured if he acted up it wouldn’t just be him so I wouldn’t feel as embarrassed. So all the kids are playing nicely until the mom’s one year old smacks another little girl in the face repeatedly with the toy he’s playing with while the mom is talking to someone else. When her older daughter hollers to tell her about it, the mom apologizes to the little girl and grabs her son telling him it is not OK to hit.

Of course, he doesn’t handle that too well so he begins to have a tantrum. She takes him outside to cool down and put him in his stroller but that’s when my little one thinks, “OK, now it’s my turn to act out”. So he starts throwing a ball that he’s found. Not to a particular person; just anyone he lays his eyes on. Then, my five year old thinks it’s OK to join in and toss the ball high in the air and all over the place, running with his little brother in the library. Nobody really notices because all the kids are pretty much doing something in there so the people in there have kind of tuned them out.

After I finally got that situation together, I let them sit down for a minute to eat some snacks (which were raisins that I had brought from home) while I checked out the books I had picked out for my five year old.

Now I don’t know if I ever mentioned this before but I don’t drive because I am still trying to get my license (I’ll save that issue for another time) so going to the library was about an 11 block walk from our house. Not a big deal when I am by myself or uh, not pregnant, but today I would have killed for a ride home.

My five year old was getting antsy and whiny so I knew he was tired as well. My one year old had already dozed off in his stroller. So at that point, I am happily waiting to get home so I can put them down for naps and take one myself. Little did I know, it wouldn’t go that way…

When my five year old is told to take a nap it is not unusual for me to have to repeat that and threaten to remove some toys or something in order for it to stick to his head and actually see him follow through but today no matter what I did, he would not take his nap.

I was so freaking tired at this point and was ready to just get a way and drink something, ANYTHING to just relax. (What’s worse is I don’t even drink!)

In the past, he would get a quick spanking and told to go to sleep but since I don’t believe in spankings anymore, I had to be a little more creative. So I decided to make him straighten up the living room and dining room. I figured it was something I needed to get off my to-do list so why not kill two birds with one stone and tire him out, too.

Afterward, he was still ready to go so I upped the ante and decided to have him do exercises like he does with his dad but until he was tired. After he did jumping jacks, push-ups, and sit-ups for about 15 minutes straight, he seemed really tired so I told him to go back in his room and take that nap.

It worked!

I was so relieved and even my one year old went back to sleep. So I was able to take my nap after all. Dinner will be pushed back a little late and probably bed time too but hey, desperate times calls for desperate measures right? At least a pregnant and tired mama can now enjoy her rest! 😉


My Baby is Going to Kindergarten

Yesterday, my husband and I attended our son’s Bridge Crossing ceremony which is like a small celebration to honor the kids for finishing head start and starting their journey on to kindergarten. All this time, I was excited about the fact that my little five year was about to start kindergarten and on his way to start his real school career. However, as soon as we began to prepare for the ceremony; getting his suit and hearing the songs he was learning for the actual ceremony, my eyes really began to water. I was like oh my gosh, my baby is growing up! When we brought him to the ceremony and we saw the herd of parents, families, and children rushing to get in the auditorium to see their kids celebration, I was so excited. My husband and I sat down with our 16 month old and waited until the ceremony was about to begin. Meanwhile my husband ran back out to the car (which was parked like a block away due to traffic) and I was left to really take in everything. I looked around and noticed the other parents all dressed up and excited to see the celebration of their children’s first journey as well as some other kids being ushered into the back to prepare for the ceremony with their teachers. It was then that I began to see the real magnitude of his success. Ok, you may be thinking, it is not that big a deal! He’s just finishing head start and yes, I know that may be slightly true but for me it was a symbol of the beginning of an even more important journey of success and life of learning and education. It gave me a stronger sense of obligation to teach my child everything I can and provide him with the best opportunities possible.

When my husband came back and the ceremony began, they started the processional where all the kids were seated with their teachers. Then, they began to sing the songs they had rehearsed. My son has a pretty short attention span sometimes so with some songs he was just sitting there swinging in the chair looking around like, ‘what are these jokers doing’. I had a brief negative thought at then because a part of me felt responsible for his lack of enthusiasm of this moment like I should have emphasized the ceremony a little more. I mean, I kept gushing about the fact that he was going to kindergarten soon and was beaming as if I had won a million dollars when I took him on the tour to his new school but I never really gave much emphasis to the ceremony. But then, I thought, ‘relax, it’s just a song and he was already really excited about this day so maybe he’s just not into the song’. I mean, surely we all have went to big occasions and not been really into a certain part.

So after the songs, they had each child walk over a wooden bridge that the fathers had made as a symbol of their transition from head start to kindergarten. After waiting about 45 minutes, my son’s class went last and I heard them call his name. As soon as we heard his name, my husband and I jumped up and screamed and shouted because we were so proud of him. At that moment, he seemed really happy too as he ran excitedly over the bridge with his new backpack filled with items to prepare him for kindergarten. It was then I really got a glimpse of the future when I will get to see my teenage son run across the stage for his high school graduation and then again when I see my young adult do it again for college (if he wants to). I just can’t wait until I get to experience this moment again with our other sons and with him in the future. I know they will do things that will probably make me angry and upset but I really know that they will be great and make me proud so I am eager to experience both of those emotions because it is a part of their identities developing. And, I mean, isn’t that what parenting is all about?