That time of the month

Do 6 year olds go through PMS? I think mine does and it is that time of the month.

Yesterday was Mother’s Day and the kids got me roses and AWESOME talking cards that I’m going to keep forever!!! For all of eternity I’ll get to hear their little voices telling me how much they love me. I can’t wait to get them back out and let them hear themselves in 10 years. Anyway, so all that was great! But Bailey was being obnoxious. I had to have a talk with her about the correct way to behave or we wouldn’t finish the celebration. She straightened up. We went to the movie (which my son wouldn’t sit by me during, kinda hurt my feelings) and then got her hair cut.

Adorable, no?

All was well on the attitude front, so I guess I should have known it was going to get rough soon. It started at supper. Due to the overwhelming amount of candy they ate at the movie, they weren’t overly hungry. But for that exact reason, I was going to make them eat most of their supper. No way I was going to let them live on junk for the night. So she was getting pissy about that but it wasn’t unbearable. Bath-time even went smoothly. She started the ‘tude when it was time to get out. At that point it wasn’t an angry ‘tude, it was an “I’m going to be obnoxious and annoy Mom” ‘tude. But after I dried her hair and she went to get pajamas on all hell broke loose. It was a melt-down of massive proportions…all because her hair was falling in her face. When Bailey goes into melt-down mode, there is not a thing anyone can do (other than giving her exactly what she demands and I’m not doing that) to make her listen.

When Bailey goes into melt-down mode, it makes me just want to curl up in a ball and cry. It makes me feel like I’m doing something wrong as a parent that she reacts to things that way. And maybe there is nothing I can do to teach her it’s not worth getting that worked up over…but it kills me that I can’t do anything. I know how it feels to be that aggravated over things. It sucks and I can’t do anything to make her feel better.

Then there is Michael. He is such a great kid. But sometimes he just doesn’t take other people’s feelings into account. And he doesn’t let others know what is going on with him. Yet again, probably a personality trait but I wish I could make him see that its ok to share and you really need to think about how your actions affect other people. *shrugs* I definitely don’t feel like I’m very good at molding young people into well-adjusted adults. It is my worst fear that I might screw them up permanently.

Babies

Bailey is obsessed with babies. She always has been. I have a 6 year old who I feel I need to have the birds & bees talk with to make sure she doesn’t run out and hook up with someone just to have a baby.

This year is the year that Michael will get told about the biology…I’m not sure that is the right way of putting it…anyway, he gets told about girl parts and boy parts and how they work together to make babies. It is our way of easing him into the sex talk in a couple of years (and yes, I watch too much Oprah). Anyway, after this morning’s conversation over breakfast I am starting to question if I should have that talk with Bailey…4 years earlier than planned.

The question of the morning was, “Mom, how did we get out of your tummy when we were babies?” Since each of them got out in their own special way, I got to explain both vaginal and cesarean section births to my 6 year old (the 10 year old was there too and listening rather intently). She was utterly entranced. Like, totally GLUED to every word I had to say. It was DISTURBING!!!

The highlight of the conversation for me was that she found it very funny that Michael had a big head. And, in turn, Michael found it very funny that Bailey was too stubborn to come out on her own.

Just a little slow on the uptake…

Ok, so nearly 8 years after the fact, I just really realized that life as I knew it quite literally changed at the turn of the century. I’m watching the top 100 of the 90′s and every song takes me back to a memory. I grew up in the 90′s, at least the most important part of growing up. And it all ended on the second day of the new century when I became a mom. Yes, I have grown and experienced things since my son was born but not in the same way I did before he was around. I’m not saying this is a bad or a good thing, it is just odd. How many people can really claim their lives completely changed at the turn of the century?

It’s back….

The boy’s new haircut…

It looks ordinary enough from the front…..

But from the top….

He has been begging me to do this for almost a year now…..I finally gave in. I think I did a pretty good job.

Michael Art

One more for now…

Michael Art

I promised you Michael art so here you go…

One I forgot.

Here is Michael’s picture that I forgot to post yesterday.

Amazing Boy

Michael amazes me. I told him 30 minutes ago that I was going to have to come in and shut off his movie soon because it was time to be sleeping not watching TV. He argued with me like usual. Well, I got into doing my homework and just now remembered to go get the show shut off. I walk near his room and realize there is no sound coming from it. He shut it off himself and went to sleep. I know it didn’t do it on its own because there was another 4 hours or so on the tape he was watching and the TV is off too. He cracks me up.

The Boy

I think I’m going to fall down in shock….Michael put himself to bed, well he is watching a movie in bed with the lights off, about 20 minutes ago. He must be a tired little thing.