second hand stories...

I am not home right now...I am in California with Kenneth, woo hoo! My mom is making her case for sainthood right now by watching my 3 oldest kids for a week.

Mom: "I just thought you should know..."
Me: "What happened? Who's sick? What happened!"
Mom: "Atticus has learned how to get out of a five point harness."
Me: "Oh that? He learned how to do that months ago..."
Mom: "Oh okay."
Me: "Wait...he got out of his high chair, right?"
Mom: "No, he got out of the car seat harness..."

Wow! He is mastering all the important skills...and no more than one brain cell devoted to impulse control of those many wonderful skills.

My mom said that while she was watching Jane walked up and walloped Atticus on the head. She immediately went into time out. At the end of time out she was instructed to go and tell Atticus she was sorry. She marched right over to him, and whacked him again. Back into time out she went. Then the repeated instruction to say she was sorry...where she promptly smacked him hard. At this point it was taken as a cry for help and both kids were sent to bed for nap time, where my mom heard nary a peep for many hours.

3 year old therapist

On Friday I lose it...not in anger. I am overwhelmed by everything. I think that inviting a friend over for Gavin will keep him occupied outside and allow me to catch my breath. Then these words on the other end of the line punch me in the stomach, "...Wyatt's not here right now, but he should be back from the party in about 30 minutes, why don't you call back then?" ....my heart drops as I realize that we have missed the church primary Easter party. You know...the party Gavin has been excited about since January when he joined the primary. The one that he has been driving me crazy about...the one that I even put on my calendar with a reminder...for Saturday. I am barely able to end the phone conversation as the water works start. In an extreme over reaction to the situation I begin sobbing uncontrollably. All the stress and failures of the week are represented in this one missed party. I feel like curling up in fetal position and giving up. My kids get really concerned. The twins swarm me, patting my face and looking confused, and quite honestly adding a certain amount of claustrophobia to my hysteria. Anne keeps eating old and age inappropriate food from under the high chairs(lucky Anne). And Gavin, sweet Gavin...

"Mommy! Don't be sad...Are you frus-ter-rated mommy?"
"Mommy, are you having a rough day? Are your feelings hurt?"
"Please don't be sad mommy!"

I try to calm down and stop crying, but waves of self loathing and despair keep pounding at me.

Finally, he comes to me and pats my shoulder, puts his warm, sweet little cheek against mine and says:

"Breath mom."

It was so unexpected, but exactly what I say to him when he is hysterical, that it brings me up short and makes me start laughing. This makes him giggle tentatively and repeat, "Breath mommy, breath!" which completely cracks me up and soon we are all laughing. It is a jab of perspective that gets me on my feet and allows me to reclaim my sanity...well the shreds of it.

there is beauty all around...

....when there's no one home(this is actually how Kenneth's family used to sing the song)! This has been such an interesting week. I am so sick of being a single parent! Kenneth went to California on Monday for a very sudden job opportunity...which, while it is exciting career wise, it has been a whole lot of insane for those of us left in Texas. I have been full scale survival mode and my kids who were acting crazy before Kenneth left, decided to take it up a notch. Seriously, this period of our life is going to be known in later years alternatingly as the Heathen Takeover...and the Great Awakening of Atticus. He has become such a force to be reckoned with. Tonight after lights out I had to chase him out of Jane's bed twice and rescue her from bludgeoning by curtain rod. He is such an exasperating mixture of sweet innocence and mischievous devilry. And it is not like the other three are mild mannered innocents!

"Gavin, why is Anne crying?"
Gavin: "Cause I hit her."

Why why why why WHY!(which by the way is one of the most pointless questions you can ask a 3 year old...Did you do this? They can answer that...What did you do? They will answer that one too, and truthfully...but why? Why not? The reason: She was there...I was there...my hands were empty and I have no impulse control....The actual response: blank stare.

"Jane, do you want a cookie?"
Jane: "NO! MiNE!" (pitches a fit for the cookie that I am already handing to her)

Gah! I don't think I have prayed this much since I was a missionary. Most of the prayers are along this line..."Dear Heavenly Father, please please please make them stop screaming...And please help me to not hit them...And please help me to remember that I love them...and please make Kenneth suffer for having a good time in California...I mean, thank you for the wonderful opportunity it is for Kenneth to be able financially support our family..." and so on and so forth.

I think it is so funny when people tell me I am a good parent or super mom or whatever...

my measure of success? I did not maim/kill my kids today!

Not only that, but they even got to eat somewhere close to 3 meals...

AND I have not listed them for sale on Ebay.


.....yet.

Hair...compare

Jane Barry: April 5th, 2008



















Anne Barry: April 5th 2009




















The hair gene was obviously not evenly distributed(these girls are almost exactly a year apart). Now...Jane's hair has started growing. She is not exactly a baldy any more.




























Now she is just a Hell's Angel. =)

Dear Daddy...

While you have been in California this week we have been really busy....

Playing outside...



































Swinging together...




























Learning to climb...
and getting lots of practice!



















Never giving mommy a minutes "pee"ce....not anywhere, not ever!




























Scrounging for food...




























Watching movies...



















Meeting the dinosaurs at the doctor's office.




























And every once in a while...sleeping!




























We love love love you and miss you so much!
Love,
Your heathen kiddos

Grandma

My Grandma Ross died last Monday. It has been such an interesting experience. My main emotions have been relief and peace. She was old. She was sick. It was her time to go. I know that she is probably in the middle of a reunion that would make us jealous. It is a strange though that she is actually gone. Last night I as I walked to my parents house, through the big windows I could see someone sitting in her recliner by the door. The recliner where she spent the majority of her time snoozing in the sun. The recliner where I passed her at least 3 times a day going into my parents house. The recliner where she would call out most of her requests and orders, and where she would eat her meals. It was here that my kids learned to climb up on her lap because she would give them treats that I probably would have said no to...but hey grandparents and grandkids are supposed to conspire against you, right? But as I got closer I realized that it was one of my brothers sitting there. Then it hit me, she really is not here any more. I was a little sad.

Bane of Nap Time...

...Thy name is Atticus! Home skillet has recently come into his own. Meaning for one, that he has realized he is bigger and heavier than Jane.






















He now resolves most disputes with her by sitting on her head, or by putting her in a wrestling hold. For two...he has learned how to climb.While Gavin and Jane popped out of the uterus knowing how to shimmy up just about any surface Atticus has been stuck on the sidelines watching, not quite figuring out how it worked(not to say he didn't find his own solutions to things...like enlarging a hole in the side of his crib until he can exit quite easily).




















Well in the past week this has changed. He has discovered that he can scale anything...and has not yet learned the distinction between what you can do and what you should do. Just because you can climb onto mom's bed and play with EVERYTHING ON HER DESK...Doesn't mean that you should(cause if you break any more of my electronics or spill anymore liquids on my bed...well, I just might lose it). Just because you can climb up the my shelves does not mean you should(he has reduced it to a two swipe maneuver and he can clean out both sides of the books) Just because you can now climb into Jane's crib...does not mean that you should. I cannot count how many times in the last week I have had to rescue a sleepy, confused, and very cranky Jane because Atticus was sitting on her head during nap time. His ability to climb combined with his ability to stay awake indefinitely has made it particularly frustrating. It doesn't matter how tired he is...if he can get out...he can stay awake...and who wants to be awake alone!



















Not that this collage has anything to do with this post, but it is Atticus...my little extreme sport enthusiast.