Monday, March 8, 2010

Costco system

When this episode of Tom and Jerry is over, we're headed to Costco.  Have I mentioned before that my kids love Tom and Jerry?  Most were made in the 50's and they are so NOT politically correct, it's so comical.  The only one I kind of had issue with was when Jerry (the mouse) broke into the liquor cabinet and then exited with swirly eyes and bumbled around the floor until he passed out.  When was that EVER appropriate for cartoon-age watchin' kids?  Crazy.  Anyway, while they watch their inappropriate cartoon of mice getting drunk while cats whack the shit out of them, I am finishing compiling my Costco list. 

Have you ever gone shopping at Costco with a 1 year old, a 3 year old, and a 5 year old by yourself?  If not, I highly recommend it.  For us it's almost a weekly outing.  Here's how I make it manageable and dare I say... fun!  Lauren always sits in the little part of the carriage.  She gets to look at my lovely face while she kicks me from underneath the whole trip.  My solution for keeping Drew and William from ruining the trip is this: depending on the date (Drew has all even days and William has all odd days) that person gets to choose whether they walk and help me or sit in the big part of the carriage and listen to my Ipod.  Today is the 8th, an even day.  Drew has chosen - and has made it known to all - that she'd like to walk and help.  That means William will sit and listen to my Ipod the whole time.  When we get to the check-out, whomever is sitting in the big part finally gets to get out and help load the carriage.  It's a good system that works well.  As with most other parenting things, I don't make exceptions so they know this is how it goes.  When Lauren is too big to sit in the little part and kick me from underneath, well, I don't know what we'll do then.  I'll come up with something else.  And I can tell you, as annoying as it is, I will miss little feet kicking my belly from underneath a carriage.  That is for sure.

 

Sunday, March 7, 2010

The last 1st

This blog is not only a place where I can write down the ho-hums of my life for friends and family who live far away, it's also somewhat of a family diary for me.  I will have it printed into a book so that someday my kids can read it and then I fully anticipate them saying, "Oh!  So that's what you were always doing on the computer when we were desperately trying to get your attention."  And I'll say, "Yep."

That's the preface to this last (I swear) birthday post.  Drew turned 5 a month ago and I posted a few times about that and then Lauren turned one last week and I posted about that.  ENOUGH ALREADY, I know.  This is the last one, for sure.  Promise.  But this one is necessary.

Sooo, my baby turned one.  She's walking, she imitating, she's sleeping 13 hours straight at night, and she's a bowl full of cherries.  Her first birthday party was lovely and although we missed a few very important family and friends, we had many special guests and our house and backyard was filled with love on that special day.  I won't bore anyone with a thousand pictures (although Misty sure captured some great moments) but I will share these below.  It was a really great day.  Thanks to all who came, who traveled, who called.  We're so lucky to have so many people in our lives who love our kids the way you all do. 

Drew's 1st birthday - 2006

William's 1st birthday - 2007

Lauren's 1st birthday - 2010

Our baby girl
photo by Misty Selak

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Black Thursday

Not only am I the daughter of a teacher, but I AM a teacher.  More importantly, I am now the mother of a school aged child.  In the next 5 years I will have three children in our public school system.  This freaks me out a little bit.  I have always believed in public schools.  I'd still like to but it's hard to trust that children today are receiving the best education when the teachers and schools are so limited due to budget cuts.  My first experience with this as a parent was just recently when it was time to enroll Drew in kindergarten.  We pass our home school on our weekly walks and for Drew's entire little life I've said, "This is your school when it's time for you to go to kindergarten!"  Then it was time to actually enroll her and I discovered that our school district has gotten rid of class-size reduction.  That means that in the primary classrooms (K-3) there are 32 students vs. the 20 students with class-size reduction.  The thought of Drew going into a kindergarten class with 31 other little 5 years olds and only one teacher FREAKED. ME. OUT.  Thankfully we had the opportunity to keep her at her private preschool she attends for her kindergarten year in their K class but I am so upset that she won't be attending her home school.  I want to support our home school.  I know I need to do what's best for her, however.  The following year she will be attending our home school and she will be in a 1st grade class with 31 other 6 year olds.  This makes me very nervous.  It may get to the point where we do research private schools that may afford our kids the chance to have much smaller class sizes.  This is just one of the areas that have been affected by the reduction in school funding.  There are many, many more - most of which affect the teachers and the students adversely.  

March 4, 2010 is a day which has been designated a day to stand up for schools.  Many people in education may be wearing black to show their solidarity and support of some kind of swift change.  

Pay attention to what's going on.  And for God's sake, thank your child's teacher.  With the exception of seeing your child everday, their job sucks.

 
Find more videos like this on Stand Up For Schools

The day has come


Lauren was born one year ago today.  Her birth was the fastest of the three (8 hours), and even though I felt like I was the first woman on the planet to have a natural birth, I was proud at the end to have done it that way.  I strained a vocal chord during her birth and spent the next 6 weeks sounding like Tone Loc.  It was awesome. 

We didn't know if this gigantic baby in my belly was going to be Lauren or Beckett so not only were we surprised that I didn't have to have a c-section (previously scheduled for my safety), but I could have her how I wanted AND without drugs, and it was a girl!  Before you think I'm all that for having this 9 pound baby naturally, let me briefly explain.  I knew this was to be our last baby so I did want to labor as long as I could without any help.  By the time I said ,"F THIS" and requested the drugs, the only anesthesiologist on duty had been called into an emergency c-section.  The nurse came back to inform me I was going to have to have this baby on my own.   I've never cried during labor.  But I cried.  And hooted. And hollered.  And cussed at the nurse for the ridiculous policy of having "ONLY ONE F'ING ANESTHESIOLOGIST ON DUTY".  I told Chris I couldn't do it.  I told hm I wasn't capable.  He kind of laughed.  And I hated him.  He said, "Well, honey, you don't really have a choice."  Those were the most insensitive words I've ever heard and I still haven't really forgiven him for it.  Anyway, long story short, I labored, I cussed, I busted a vocal chord, and she was born.  Lauren Walker Peters.  9 pounds, 21 inches.  Beautiful.

    Just minutes after she was born.  Love his smile.

         More exhausted than ever in my life.  And oh, so happy.

                  Drew's first time meeting her sister.
   

William's first time meeting Lauren.  The first of a thousand kisses.

 First day with her at the hosptial.  Everyone is getting to know her.

             The first ever picture of the Peters Party of 5

                                         Daddy time

                                  Sweetness
48 hours after her birth.  'Cause that's how I roll.  Don't ever underestimate what a woman can do.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

March 2, 2009

I woke up on this day having a doctor's appointment in the afternoon.  By the time I got there I had already rehearsed my pathetic plea for an induction.  I was miserable and ready and only 2 days from my due date.  My OB worked her magic w/o drugs and within minutes contractions began.  I headed home from my appt., called Tracy to come stay with the kids, and we were off to the hospital, all within an hour and a half.  I would relive all that in an instant if given the chance.  What a very exciting time that was.

Minutes before Chris and I left for the hospital, in the early stages of labor

Just before I had to put my lovely hospital gown on
That's a 9lb. baby in there!

Waiting for the anesthesiologist to give me my epidural, this was in between contractions


I was just told I was going to have to have this baby naturally and this was just minutes before my complete, horrible, ugly-cry breakdown. 

READY

Lauren, our third and last child, a girl!, was born just after midnight on March 3

To be continuted tomorrow, the little girl's first birthday.

Monday, March 1, 2010

She's 5 now, is that too young to do her own laundry?

Now that Drew is 5, she is going to be more responsible for things.  Her things.  She's a great helper at home and loves to dust, put clothes in the dryer from the washing machine and things like that.  We've always had the kids put their own toys away, etc. but I'm thinking now it's time to step it up.  She can put her clothes away that belong in her bureau.  The laundry fairy will deliver them in a nice, neat folded pile on her bed but she will have to put her underpants and pajamas away.  She needs to bring her dinner plate to the kitchen from the table after dinner.  And I think having her make her bed every morning is a good one, too.  I don't want to overload her but we're definitely going to add some responsibilites to her tiny little plate.

We haven't even discussed an allowance.  She doesn't know what that is yet so we may ride the free horse as long as we can.  Until she goes to kindergarten next year and at lunch one of her little girlfriends says something like, "You do all that shit for free?  Girlfriend, your parents are ripping you off."  I can just see it.  Well, I don't think a little kindergartener at the Christian kindergarten is going to say 'shit' but you get what I'm saying.  Until we're ratted out, she'll do it because she's a big girl and she's capable.  And because it's important.

What are your feelings on chores for kids? How old and what kinds of things?


Chores?  Bring it.

Where did January and February go?? Oh, well.

Happy March, happy Spring.



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