Rich in Thanks or Thanks for Riches?

Thanks to my pal Lacey and her great ideas, I decided to do a Thankful Turkey for J this year. We made a body and each day we added a feather telling what we were thankful for that day.

On Day One, J was thankful for playing computer games. That came about because I used it as an example when I told him about our new project. For a couple of days there it seemed like it was a fruitless effort because they didn't get much deeper than that. Computer games made it in there twice, playing with his toys was another entry. And then, one day he said "Daddy." He's right up there with computer games and made it twice. Another day it was "Being Healthy" and once, after taking him to Disney on Ice, "Spending the Day with Mommy."

We're getting somewhere I thought. And then we ran out of feathers so we stopped a week or so into it. (Note to self: make enough feathers the first day or you may never get back to doing them later on.)

Anyway, I was happy with the results especially when he showed interest after the feathers were gone and asked if we could continue it through the Christmas season.

A couple of days ago, though, he and D were having a discussion where socioeconomics became the topic. D asked him if he knew what poor was. His answer was that it's when you don't have money. That prompted the next question of where he thought we sat on the financial totem pole. We, of course, are "wich." D tells him we aren't wich and he asks, "So are we poor?"

My question is, Did we create a monster here? I don't think that he's a spoiled kid. We don't buy him everything he wants, he knows he doesn't get something each time we go to the store. I thought we were doing okay in that department.

I want my child to appreciate the things that he gets, to realize that his many toys and games and clothes come with two price tags -- the one that tells you how many dollars you will need to take it home and the one of hard work and dedication that the person giving it to him has gone through to get it into his hands.

I want him to understand that not everyone is as lucky as he is. Each year the moms' group adopts a family and I try to pick a child his age for him to buy a gift. I've explained to him that not all parents have enough money to get gifts for their kids so they have to rely on Santa. I told him we're lucky we have a little bit of money left to be able to help out the parents so that their kids too will have a nice Christmas. Two years ago we got a train, last year we got Barbies for a little girl, and this year a Transformer for a six-year-old boy. He didn't come with me to get it because of timing issues, but he was well aware that we were getting it and I showed him what we got when he got home from school. He said it was "cool."

I don't know if he grasps the meaning of this, but he was telling M the other day pretty much the same story I told him. "M, we're lucky because we have a little bit of money to buy a gift for some kids. Their mommy and daddy don't have a lot of money, but we can help."

I hope that's a start in the right direction but I think I have my work cut out for me.

Little Dude, Big Pimpin'

Let me start by saying that when we say "pimping" we don't use it in its literal meaning, ours is more of the slang definition which means to look cool, act cool, or anything that makes you stand out above the rest in a particular arena.....now that the housekeeping is done, I'll get to the story.

Anybody that knows D knows that he's a cool guy who is always in pursuit of situations and/or things --material or otherwise -- that will contribute to make him or his surroundings "fresh, smooth, or pimping." From his clothes to his golf swing and especially his sneakers. Ever since J was small D would go out and buy him things to put him in one of the aforementioned categories.

He likes to joke that I treat M like a doll that I like to play dress up with, but he's the exact same way, not only with J but with M now too. The other day when he had her by himself he dressed her up in an adorable Nike getup that he bought for her. He put boots on her feet and a ribbon in her hair off he went into the streets of Olympia in search of props about his daughter. He was pretty much "pimping" out his little girl in return for compliments.

So, it should come as no surprise that with all of this fresh-smooth-pimping attitude, J was going to inherit a little bit of it himself.

Fast forward to yesterday....when we got home from Baby Gym, for some reason J's Mickey Mouse shirt came off w/ his jacket leaving him with only black sweats and a black T-shirt. As the time neared to go to school I told him to put on his MM shirt over the black one, which begs the question: Why, so I can look like a pimp?

And there you have it....fashion tips from the Pimp Style Guru himself. When in doubt, just add a Mickey Mouse shirt and instantly your day will get a lot more interesting.

Carry On.

Hair Don't Comes Full Circle

I should have listened to the hairdresser that told me that kids don't cooperate with their parents when scissors and hair are involved, but at the urging of my loving husband I decided to try it anyway.

She was so good at first. Sat in her high chair and let me part it and clip back the portion that is soon to be her cute bob.

And then, just like that, as soon as I went in for the first cut, she moved her head and it all went downhill from there.

So now we're back to the dreaded Hair Don't she had the first few months of her life. We used to call it a Mulhawk because it was part mullet part Mohawk. She lived with that do for several months and then her hair started coming in and growing. A few months later she was actually getting compliments on her hair.....it was adorable without even trying.

Enter Daddy and his "concern" that her hair was in her eyes. I understand the frustration firsthand for I too have grown out bangs numerous times. I bought clips to no avail. As soon as she got wind of one she would pull it out. So I gave in and took her to Jack and Jill's for her very first haircut which turned out to be just a little cut of the bangs that set me back $16.

I can do that, I thought. And last night I tried....poor little M. I was so angry at first. At D for his insistence and at myself for one, falling prey to it and second because I'm the one that had the scissors in the hand that caused it. And then just like that I realized that it's only hair. In a few weeks it will grow back a little, a couple of months from now we'll never know what happened, and those little dreaded clips, she's been keeping them in today. It's like she knows they are now her best friends. It doesn't hurt that M is adorable and she could be bald and still be beautiful.

So, the Hair Don't has come full circle and so have my cosmetology days. I'm hanging up the scissors and going to the ATM instead.

And What Else?

Last night after I put M to bed J told me that he wanted to chill with me, so we sat on the couch under the covers and began to watch the World Series. I started to tell him that he was a wonderful son; a good boy; and that I was really proud of him the other day at school when I volunteered. The compliments kept coming but as soon as he noticed a lapse in the flow, he inquired, "And what else?"

Well, let's see: He's adorable, funny, smart, a little loud and crazy sometimes, cuddly, thoughtful -- one of his favorite things to say is, "I made this for you because I thought you would like it."

And what else? At the start of the school year he really took a liking to a girl named Olive who was happy to bask in the attention at first but quickly had enough. She then began dictating when he could sit next to her on the bus and when he could play with her during recess. At his conference with his teacher she informed us that he's happy to comply whenever she decides. It made my blood boil and yet he didn't cry or whine about it. He takes rejection in the most gracious way I've ever seen. Like the little man he is he kept his head high and continued on. We should all be so blessed with the ability to turn a blind eye to the pride that so often gets in the way of the real destination we seek. I know he's only five, but the lesson wasn't lost.

As of now, I think the obsession is behind him and that's what prompted the compliment of how he acted at school the other day. I'm so proud of the way he handled the situation.

And what else?

JK: M, do you like me?
MK: (Inaudible response.)
JK: M, do you like me?
MK: (Shaking her head) huh-uh.
JK: Okay. Then go find another brother to play with.

This was a one-sided conversation that I witnessed this morning. It was so funny and just shows his witty sense of humor. (Note: M responds with the shake of the head and huh-uh to just about everything even if she really means uh-huh.)

And what else? On our walk home from the bus stop yesterday he fell behind me a few steps, when I turned around he had a dandelion in his hand and a huge toothless smile on his face. I asked him if he picked a flower, assuming it was for me, and then I realized that the older neighbor girls were close by and decided to ask if it was for one of them. He said, "It's for you. Because I thought you would like it."

And you know what else? I did.

I'm So Happy to Have these Kids

It's been some time since my last entry. Between my lack of time and my anal-ness about the format of the last one, I've hesitated to write in here. I couldn't possibly publish my last post until I had it formatted so it' wasn't such an eyesore. Then I realized that nobody reads this anyway except for Lacy, my inspiration to blog, and she may actually be able to help w/the problem.

Besides, the kids are too adorable to stall any longer. J & M are so cute together. They have somewhat of a love/hate relationship. Each morning he gets up and asks me, "Can we go see what the Beauty Queen is up to?" once we do, he asks, "Can we chill with M on the bed for a little while?" We usually just all sit on the bed for a couple of minutes and they roll around, scream, tackle, and laugh. She loves it -- for a while -- then she turns her back and crawls over to me. That's pretty much the template for their relationship.

He loves to hang out with her, but then he's yelling in her face and scaring her a moment later. She sees him and smiles, yells, crawls over to him, climbs on him, and then she's done. She's recently started to kiss him over and over, though she does it to D and me as well.

Yesterday morning she got hold of a little i-Pod he got in a Happy Meal, she found the button and when the music came on, she started doing what she does best: dancing...she kept pushing the button and dancing some more. I joined in and the next thing we knew the three of us were dancing and laughing in his room. Priceless good times.

About a month ago, he was jumping around and talking to himself under his breath and I caught the phrase, "I'm so happy I have a sister." I asked him about it and he 'fessed up to saying it. That's so cute! Today, he's said, "I love you" a couple of times. This time when I inquired, he said he was talking to M.

After four years of being an only child, he has really adjusted well to sharing his parents, his space, and his life with another little person. I'm so proud of him. I really believe that he's happy to have a sister; and though she may not know it yet, one day she'll be very happy to have such a wonderful brother.

And me, I'm so happy to have these kids!