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I adore my litte boy. Really I do. There are the good moments, the hugs smoochy kisses and really fun times......but, today is not one of those days. Braxton is almost five, well, he turns five in September, but his tantrums aren't getting any better. Braxton is kicking, screaming and all that good stuff that comes with those tantrums. I'd love to blame it on this overcast day, but it isn't as if he's feeling homebound. I take this child out daily for some fun of some sort, like yesterday, we spent the day at my brother's apartment swimming for about three hours. Maybe Braxton is exhausted from all the fun? Nah. He's just a very 'spirited' little boy? Maybe. But oh, man.........he's driving this mama nuts this glorious day:) On the bright side of things, my two teenage girls have been very helpful in taking their little brother off my hands when they see I am up to my eyeballs in Braxton induced mommy stress. Thank heavens for big sisters! I owe them big time!
My kids will go back to school next week. Jonathan will be a Junior. Kendallyn will be a Freshman, and Myelie will be in 7th grade. Of course, we are NOT prepared:( No school supplies nor any school clothing has been purchased. (Not by choice, however, just due to non-existent back-to-school funds.)
Not only are we NOT prepare with clothing and supplies, I have to get my two oldest registered and that will cost 45 bucks per kid! Holy crap!
On the bright side, my oldet son is happy doing his music and courting his girlfriend who just returned from a month long stint in Italy. Kendallyn is happy and busy doing her cheerleading. (daily doubles this week.)
Myelie, who is twelve is anxious to get back to school, due to the fact that her summer hasn't been tooo much fun.......we didn't get to go anywhere major this summer, which was a bummer! Again, not by choice! If we had the choice, we would have been in Hawaii, DisneyWorld and the Wolf Logde. Hmmmm, maybe next year!
My youngest, Braxton always seems to have fun, no matter what. He is turning four on September 14th! Braxton just loves life and has fun every day. His latest is riding his bicycle with his Daddy in Grandma's cul-de-sac. He does use training wheels, but is getting more confident each day.
Braxton is also throwing less tantrums nowadays. He has discovered that hitting his head on the floor does hurt and doesn't get him what he wants. He is actually also sitting and staying in his Sunday School class so Mommy and Daddy can go to their classes......yay!!!!!!!
Gawrsh, life has been busy! ( In a good way.) My oldest, Jonathan, who is almost 17 is busy with his music. He is getting ready to made a recording of a couple of his songs wih his band. He is a little bit sad, as his girlfriend (a girl I do approve of, thank heavens) left for Italy for a foreign exchange student program, and Jonathan is missing her. He doesn't like to hear me say the old saying, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." But I don't think I'd like to have heard that kind of advice either, when I was a teenager 'in love."
And then my daughter, Kendallyn, (in the picture below dancing with a *gasp* boy at her 8th grade graduation.) She's certainly growing up. She just returned this past Friday from cheerleading camp at OSU. She LOVED it. She was so exhausted when she came home that she barely moved yesterday. I dont know why they call it camp, because it is all indoors.....in dorms. Anyways, the cheerleaders worked on routines for 12 hours each day.
So next, my daughter, Myelie who is 12........went to the Deschutes with her Daddy last weekend. She and my husband biked in 6 miles to fish for salmon. Myelie is such a trooper. She loves to do the outdoors stuff. They didn't end up catching any keepers, but Myelie did reel in two suckerfish. On Tuesday, Myelie and Kendallyn are set to leave for our church girls camp. They are kind of not excited for it, but I know they will have a good time. (I almost got kicked out of church camp when I was their age(s) for my naughty pranks...shhhhhhhhhh! I am lucky my girls aren't pranksters:)
But then, there's Braxton, whose every day behaviour pays me back tenfold for my naughtiness as a child. Just ask my dad about that. He'll be the first to let you know. (And he doesn't laugh at those memories.)
Braxton is having himself a fun summer, despite his tantrums. We take him to parks a few times a week. He gets to go swimming at his Uncle Shaun's apartments once or twice a week. He is learning to swim, or so he thinks. In sister's arms:) Yesterday, Daddy, Jonathan, Myelie and Braxton innertubed down the Clackamas River about three miles. Lots of fun times!
I don't what's going On!!!!!! My three year old, who was fully potty and poopy trained is NOW wanting to be back in diapers! I just do not get it. I thought we were doing everything right, But my little guy, who was obsessed with going potty on the toilet has lost interest.
Part of me is sighing with selfish relief, because Braxton was 'going potty' every five minutes. He seemed to think that he needed to act on the smallest pee urges. I mean, he would keep going to the toilet. just to 'dribble' out a drop or two. Then, Braxton decided that the bathroom garbage can was just the right height for him to potty in and I caught him peeing in the garbage can several times. He also began to just drop his pants and run outside, (rain or shine) and pee off the deck, which was fine by me, but every five minutes?
Then I discovered my little boy was sneaking to hide behind the couch or into a corner to just pee on the wall or the floor. What gives?
And then, of course, Braxton would want complete privcy to have his bowel movements, which is understandable, but messy if I didn't catch him right after the fact. He wanted to wipe himself, but that is not acceptable nor sanitary. The bathroom would have been covered from floor to ceiling in poop. I know because there was a time or two when I got distracted and had to end up cleaning a whole lot more than just a little bottom.
So having Braxton back in diapers, (the pull up kind) is his choice, and I am not going to fight it right now. Maybe he decided that being 'a big boy who uses the potty' was too much work. Braxton is healthy, brilliant, speaking full sentences, interacting beautifully with other children and doing everything else right on key for his age. He throws a mean tantrum now and then, but I just may let this 'potty drama' go for now, unless his pediatrician has concerns. I think Braxton will get back on track one of these days.
Today II'll mostly take a chance
To write my blog in poetic stance:
My world as Mommy changes each day:
The hairs on my head will surely turn grey.,
My oldest son has a girfrield he really does ' like..'
His demeanor has changed and he's really polite.
At 13, My Kendi ain't too much into boys,
She's still my baby who plays with her toys....
(well, not really, just her pets in our yard,)
And my eleven year old Myelie is such a card.
She's funny and bright and playful and sweet,
But there is Braxton, my boy who has barely turned three......
He is the one who drives me up a tree.
I love him and my other kids with all of my heart.........
but they certainly takes their turns as a "FART."
Boy, life has been busy from a motherhood point of view. I didn't really feel well this pastweek, but I managed the best I could. My husband, Jon went on his final salmon fishing trip of the season at the Deschutes and was gone Friday and Saturday. Fine and dandy, but I had to take my son and his new little girlfriend on their 'first date.'
I am actually glad that my year old son isn't driving yet, because that would just be another worry for me. He isn't pushing the issue (about getting his license) and so as parents, neither are we. So, for Jonathan's first date, he wanted to take his girl to the movies and hang out at the mall. Living out here in Estacada, however, means the nearest mall is 30 miles away. The movie they wanted to see was at 8pm and of course I didn't want to hang out at the mall for all those hours waiting for them, so I actually drove them to the mall at 5 pm and picked them up at 10pm. Lots of miles on the car, because I went back home to wait.
In a perfect world I would have stayed at the mall and shopped until I dropped, or leisurely browsed with my daughters. But, my toddler is a little demon who throws the world's most gigantic tantrums and I was already worn out.....plus no money to spend. That would not have been fun at all.
Today I took my daughter to a swimming party in our old town of Molalla, where they were greatful to meet up with old pals since we hadn't seen them for a few months. When we got to the pool I felt a slight twinge of guilt that I wasn't planning to take Braxton into the water, but quickly was reminded as to why I don't like to take him out to do anything much in public, as he threw a giant tantrum as we waved bye-bye to his sisters. Braxton, who seemed to fear the water at first decided he wanted to be in that water, NOW. He did one one his back arching fits, screaming at the top of his lungs, so I quickly got him out of there. In the car, he kept up his tantrum and tried to get away from me and crawled under the passenger seat so I couldn't grab him.
Well, I grabbed him, and it took me about ten minutes to get him into his car seat, safely buckled for the 20 minute drive home.
Gosh, I love that child with all of my soul, but he left me winded.
I had to run into Safeway on the way home, and Braxton wanted to ride in one of those racecar shopping carts. After I meticulously wiped it down with those handy sanitizing wipes, he decided to scream for another 'car cart' that he wanted instead. I gave in and buckled him in, and no sooner did I fasten him in, then he was screaming bloody murder to get back out.....luckliy the little seat belt in the toy cart kept him in almost long enough for me to grab a couple groceries, and two father's day cards......ones that I had no time to barely glance at. One for my Dad and one for my hubby.
I also grabbed a gift card for my dad, hopefully it was a good one! I had no time to browse before Braxton got free from the cart and took off running.
People were laughing and snickering, some probably thinking how such a horrid mother like me could not control her kid. Well, I can't! Sorry! (I'd rather have people laugh than yell at me for my 'lack of discipline.'
As for my teens, I'll elaborate more on that later, but sometimes I don't know which truly is more difficult, the teenagers I have who don't help me with housework and fight majorly with one another or my little guy's naughty public outbursts.........................?
I am fortunate and blessed to have three sisters that have children who are close in ages to my kids. My sisters and I are very close and our children who are the best of friends as well as cousins enjoy each other so very much. The little tots are happy getting to know each other as well. We have spent quite a lot of our time over at my parents house, and I am certain my folks are pretty nervous about have five children ages three and under wreaking havoc on their home.
Stains, rumpled furniture and Grandma's pretty things are a commmon happening when this many tots are running around. Us mamas are always on our toes chasing the babes around, but then we cannot chat and giggle as much as we'd like to do.
My parents, brother, two sisters, and eight children went to the zoo today. I had to stay home becaue two of my kids still had school, which gets out tomorrow. Personally, I was glad not having to go to the zoo, because I've gone on about a dozen field trips there with my children over the past few years and I literally hate going to the zoo. It is so very BORING. Plus, I am certain Braxton would have thrown horrific tantrums because he would have refused to sit in a stroller. I am not up for his tantrums, as he threw one today in my daughter's school when I went to pick her up. I was even thinking I'd take Braxton to the school playground for a bit after school let out, but he started running down a hallway and when I went to grab him, he promptly threw himself onto the ground in front of several school staff members and I had to grab him from the floor as he was screaming bloody murder and then he started slapping and hitting me and pulling my hair like a possessed demon and saying, 'f-you!' to me.
I was really embarrassed and was reminded quickly of why I usually do not take Braxton very many places unless I wish to be humiliated. People ask me why I do not spank the kid, but in public? People would probably report me for 'beating' my kid.
Excuse me now, I must go an dcheck on my boy, as he is probably beating up one of his baby cousins or eating dog poop.