Friday, March 29, 2013
Today, we dyed eggs because it is the thing to do at this time of year. After all my earlier trials of the boys in the kitchen, I expected no less than horror and tears with this. Surprisingly, maybe even amazingly, it went well. Maybe it was because the calming influence of Daddy was there. The boys had fun, I had fun and no one other than a few kitchen towels suffered for it.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
You want to help Mommy in the kitchen? NO!
I am in awe of friends of mine who let their toddlers help them in the kitchen. I have a friend with a 3 yr old and a 1 1/2 yr old that help her bake. They measure and pour and get flour all over themselves and the kitchen and all is happy and shiny in the world. Adorable pictures are posted to Facebook.
My gruesome twosome like to be in the kitchen. It's where the sharp things are. There are lots of things to climb up. Drawer fronts, chairs, the fridge, counter tops. The most intriguing place is the preheating oven. Nothing like some place hot and extra owie to draw the attention of a two yr old.
I can not be shiny and happy with my two in the kitchen. I am all yell-y and crazy. Tonight as the oven is heating, I'm trying to show my two how to use the mouse on the computer to play a game (how spoiled they are, they've only been exposed to an iPad and just kept banging their little fingers on the monitor). Thing 1 is sitting in my lap trying, Thing 2 wanders over to the oven and opens it. I lose it. I ban them both from the kitchen. This is only after I've threatened them numerous times for opening the garage door, standing on the table top, sitting on the edge of the counter (which one has toppled off of already), pulling all the pans out and smashing a toe.
This is one of the many times that the Hubs looks at me as I'm sweaty faced and looking a little crazy and says,"You've got to get some control of them." Lord help me, I'm trying. I don't want to be known as the mom of the "brats." Poor Thing 2 is already labeled as the "naughty one" at daycare (although they are not allowed to use the naughty word at daycare); I prefer the terms our pediatrician uses - active, spirited, all boy. In reality, Thing 1 is much meaner. He's spiteful. The little angel faced boy that takes Mommy's phone and throws it down the stairs because she's taking it away from him. Poor Thing 2 is really active. And I don't know why, whenever we pick him up from daycare, he takes that as his cue to start ripping shit off the shelves and climbing up the nap cots that are stacked in the corner.
But, I digress. I want to be that pintrest mommy baking cookies with the boys, I really do! My nerves can't handle it, someone will get hurt. If anyone has any suggestion on how to get my kiddos in line and keep them there, I'm all ears. Or eyes as the case me be. I'm working with the assumption that some of this devilishness is just normal 2 yr old behavior, right?
My gruesome twosome like to be in the kitchen. It's where the sharp things are. There are lots of things to climb up. Drawer fronts, chairs, the fridge, counter tops. The most intriguing place is the preheating oven. Nothing like some place hot and extra owie to draw the attention of a two yr old.
I can not be shiny and happy with my two in the kitchen. I am all yell-y and crazy. Tonight as the oven is heating, I'm trying to show my two how to use the mouse on the computer to play a game (how spoiled they are, they've only been exposed to an iPad and just kept banging their little fingers on the monitor). Thing 1 is sitting in my lap trying, Thing 2 wanders over to the oven and opens it. I lose it. I ban them both from the kitchen. This is only after I've threatened them numerous times for opening the garage door, standing on the table top, sitting on the edge of the counter (which one has toppled off of already), pulling all the pans out and smashing a toe.
This is one of the many times that the Hubs looks at me as I'm sweaty faced and looking a little crazy and says,"You've got to get some control of them." Lord help me, I'm trying. I don't want to be known as the mom of the "brats." Poor Thing 2 is already labeled as the "naughty one" at daycare (although they are not allowed to use the naughty word at daycare); I prefer the terms our pediatrician uses - active, spirited, all boy. In reality, Thing 1 is much meaner. He's spiteful. The little angel faced boy that takes Mommy's phone and throws it down the stairs because she's taking it away from him. Poor Thing 2 is really active. And I don't know why, whenever we pick him up from daycare, he takes that as his cue to start ripping shit off the shelves and climbing up the nap cots that are stacked in the corner.
But, I digress. I want to be that pintrest mommy baking cookies with the boys, I really do! My nerves can't handle it, someone will get hurt. If anyone has any suggestion on how to get my kiddos in line and keep them there, I'm all ears. Or eyes as the case me be. I'm working with the assumption that some of this devilishness is just normal 2 yr old behavior, right?
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