Mom's NOT crazy

I am convinced that two year-olds are the most selfish, mean-spirited people on the face of the earth. The triplets will turn three in less than two months. But three, as I recall with Princess, isn't a whole lot better. Age four -- that's when they act like tiny adults. Sometimes I think we retreat to terrible twos and selfish threes even when we're much, much older. I have gone through temperment phases. Haven't we all? I have found that as the mom of three soon-to-be three year-olds that my temper had shortened quite a bit. I was getting a lot of headaches and then one day it occurred to me why. I was spending so much time raising my voice, which no doubt raised my blood pressure and heart rate. No wonder my head pounded! Raising one two or three year-old is a challenege. We got through it with Princess...who faired quite well considering her circumstances (she became a sister of triplets halfway through age 2...). Unless you are a triplet mom or worked in the

Blue ski hat and Dora sunglasses. Funny Girl was being a "mommy," or so she said. That kid does not surpise me. If it's off the wall she will do it, wear it, say it. Sigh. And now she has a new way of frustrating mommy. When she does not want to eat her food she no longer lets it sit idle in her plate. Oh, no. She puts it in her mouth -- stuffs it, actually. And there it stays. It does not make an escape down the throat. It sits there filling her tiny cheeks. And she sits there too. She refuses to make an effort to swallow. Sigh. We have tried making her sit it out and not leave the table until she does it. That results in up to an hour of stubborness. She sits and says nothing. "Did you swallow it yet?" we ask her. She nods -- lying as only a toddler can...and when we ask her to open her mouth to prove she's telling the truth, the nod turns to a shake of the head. She has sat so long that the saliva builds up in her mouth and she gags. The other night

Words flow through this house like confetti. It is a blur of color and confusion most days --- especially in the mornings.  I cannot hear myself think most of the time. Four voices speak at me at the same time -- different voices, different requests and they all want responses - NOW. This morning is one example. While trying to clean up the morning dishes this is what I hear at the same time: Goldie: WAAAHHHH I don't want cream cheeeeese! Waahhhh FunnyGirl: I'm done. Clean me up! TinyTreasure: I want strawberries! Mommeeee! PrincessGrace: What happened to my favorite cereal? Where is it? Mom? Where is it? And then I sigh and shout: (To Princess): I don't know. Just pick something else. (To Funny Girl): Would you just wait?! (To Tiny): Quit yelling at mommy! (To Goldie): You told me a minute ago you wanted cream cheese and that's what you get! Then it all starts again...."Waaaaah!" "Mommmeee help me!" "Mom!" "I don't li

Ok. I admit it. I analyze everything. I think too much about things. But I guess that is what writers do. And I really think that is what mommys do. Well, most of us, anyhow... A friend sent me a blog about a mommy's plea with Dora to stop annoying her. It was hilarious. It was so funny that it made me think about returning to blogging. And if you read two blogs back you see why. I have to share with you my thoughts about children's shows and the matrimony of sidekicks. All of these have one thing in common. Realtionships. There's Dora and Boots. Elmo and Zoe. Elmo and Mr. Noodle. Elmo and Dorothy the Fish. There's Blue and Steve. There's Bob and Wendy (as in The Builder). And I could go on and on. And then there's Lucy and Ricky and Lucy and Ethel. My kids have found a new interest in old episodes of "I Love Lucy." I had stated on Facebook that not even Dora or Elmo can keep their attention the way these black and white classics from the 1950s