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tales from a stay-at-home mom of four boys

Archive for the month “June, 2012”

The things we teach our kids (but probably shouldn’t)

My four and a half year old was recently introduced to the “why are you hitting yourself?” game, by his father no less. So now he loves to play it with anyone he can, including his six month old brother. His father was also kind enough to introduce him to the term “beanbags.” So now he walks around punching himself in that general area saying “oh, right in the beanbags.” I’m a little concerned that as parents, we are the ones teaching our kids all the things that they shouldn’t do. Isn’t that the job of his friends, or at least his uncle?

Boy and their, um, toys

“Get that hose head off your penis! You’re going to hurt yourself.” to my two and a half year old while he played in the baby pool.

“Stop rubbing your penis with the baby’s foot!” to my four and a half year old who was suppose to be getting dressed but was abusing himself with my six month old’s foot.

“Put some clothes on!” a constant being yelled in my house at both boys, and occasionally their father.

Band aids can’t fix beanbags

I think I spoke too soon when I told people that my two and a half year old didn’t seem to be going through the terrible twos. I was more likely correct in saying that his terrible twos are, for the most part, being over shadowed by my oldest son’s fighting fours (dubbed so because everything is a fight with him). My husband would probably say that my middle son’s twos have been pretty terrible for him or more specifically his two (if you catch my drift).

You see, aside from the ear piercing screeching that my two year old has been doing lately, he’s become rather fond of throwing things and punching things. Usually these things aren’t done in malice, especially the punching. He just lives in a two year old’s world where superheroes rule and he is one of them. In order to protect this world, he must shoot things from his palms with a “pew-pew” sound and punch things. Every once in a while a person just happens to get in the way of his punching, but he’s two, so there isn’t much force behind it and it is all okay.

About a week ago, my husband happened to be on the receiving end of a punching incident, but it wasn’t one of his normal, malice-free punches. My husband was standing in the kitchen, minding his own business, when suddenly, out of no where, my two year old came running at him and punched him in the balls full force. I was in the adjoining living room when I heard the yell and quickly ran to see what happened only to find my husband crumpled on the ground howling in pain. This isn’t the first time a kid has injured my husband in this fashion, intentional or not, but I’ve never heard him howl so much from it, so I knew it was particularly bad. My two year old was so scared from the yelling and howling that he hid under the table. I still wasn’t sure how my husband had become injured in this fashion and looked around for my four year old, who had been in the kitchen moments before, to ask him what happened, but he had quickly scurried out of the room. Next thing I knew, my four year old comes running back into the room with a bandaid for his dad. It was so cute, I couldn’t help but laugh and neither could my husband, despite his pain.

It took a while to coax my two year old out from beneath the table. I told my husband that he needed to explain why you were yelling and that what he did was bad, but in a calm manner so he wouldn’t do it again. So my husband tells my two year old, ” you hit me right in the beanbags, you can’t do that.” Of course this was hysterical to my four year old who then went around for the next hour smacking himself in the crotch and saying “Oh, right in the beanbags!” Awesome.

Well we must be doing something right with our oldest son since he had such compassion for his dad. The two year old, on the other hand, is a work in progress. I guess the lesson here is, four year olds can have moments of sweetness on occasion. That and always wear a cup around a two year old.

Musing from a four year old

My oldest son picks up on a lot lately and seems to be constantly listening, even when I think he isn’t. This results in him repeating many of the things I say or making funny observations about things based on what I say.

This past week, I was complaining that we are always late everywhere, as I went from making good time getting him to camp to being ten minutes late due to a last minute poopy diaper from my middle child and my oldest’s last minute request for his bear to bring with him to camp (typical). Later that afternoon, I was attempting to get us all ready to go to the pool to meet some friends, a task my oldest felt was not going quick enough, so as I loaded everyone into the van, he commented “Man, we are always late going everywhere!”

Another day this week, I was telling my oldest son that I needed to clean the house because we’d been so busy and it was so messy that his dad wasn’t going to want to come home anymore. I told him that if he did come home, he’d wonder what the heck we did all day. My son’s answer “we make a mess”. No kidding kid, no kidding!

So it begins

And so it begins; potty training round two! My two and a half year old, who has taken to running around naked more often (probably because it is summer and he constantly thinks he is going to get wet) decided the other day to actually pee on the potty when I told him to go sit on it. Not too long after, he ran, completely unprompted, to the potty and pooped. I made a big deal about it with lots of shouting, dancing, high-fiving, and prizes given in hopes that he will continue on this route.

Since I’m not yet ready to set aside a full three days necessary to do the boot camp with him, I’m just kind of taking my cues from him and letting him go short periods of time with no diaper while reminding him to go and try sitting on the potty occasionally. I’m really hoping that doing this for a second time around with be easier for several reasons. First, I have a better idea of what I’m doing and what worked the first time. Secondly, I’m hoping that the fact that he wants to copy everything his older brother does right now will work to my advantage in this case. Lastly, well, I just can’t have it take as long as the first time, so it just has to go faster and be easier (isn’t that a valid reason?). In the meantime, I’m sure there will be plenty of not so funny at the time, but really funny in retrospect stories to follow. Wish me luck!

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