I have had my fair share of phone conversations with poison control, like my son tasting deodorant when he was a baby or my oldest daughter taking a bite of an aloe plant but for the first time the conversation did not end in them telling me that I just needed to keep an eye on my child and they would be fine. My two year old daughter ingested icy hot and she had to be hospitalized over night for it.
I still am not sure how she got a hold of it. It was in the bathroom and she must have climbed onto the toilet to get it. All I know is I was in the kitchen getting ready to wash some dishes and I peeked into the living room to see what she was going. I saw her hand was covered in something white and then I saw the bottle in her other hand. I immediately washed her hand and her mouth and called poison control. They told me I needed to get her to the local emergency room right away.
Once we got there they accessed her, got her an IV and drew some blood. Then they admitted her for an over night stay. The biggest concern was that icy hot has aspirin in it and she could have ingested enough to cause her harm. The first blood draw showed a slightly elevated aspirin level, two hours later they did another draw and the level had already started dropping. She got very lucky and did not have to have any more blood draws.
My two and half year old has a new way she deals with something that makes her mad, she pulls hair. She does this to her four year old sister more then anyone else and I know it is because she gets a big reaction from Destiny. Usually she will pull Destiny’s hair over a toy they had been fighting over.
I have been reading up on different ways to stop this aggressive behavior and implementing all the things they tell me to do. Below is a list of things we are trying to stop the behavior before it gets worse.
1. Show them it does not work.
- Whenever she does pull hair we do not give into what ever she is wanting. If she is wanting a certain book or toy we do not let her have it. We will take whatever toy they had been fighting over, give it back to Destiny and then take Kairi by the hand and tell her we do not pull hair.
2. Put an immediate stop to it.
- If I catch her pulling hair I take her away from her sister ( or whoever she is being mean to at the time ) and put her in a 1 minuet time out.
Posted 04-23-2012 at 11:33 AM by Krista
Like a lot of little girls, I grew up on Disney movies. From the very first moment I was in love with Cinderella, Snow White, and the rest. As an adult, I see a very real problem that these movies can pose: the promise of a Prince Charming. Now, hear me out: I really think this is a problem in society today, and I firmly believe that it started with Disney.
I grew up thinking, even if it was just subconsciously, that I would meet my very own prince, fall in love, and live happily ever after. As corny as it sounds, a part of me truly expected that, and as such, there were many times my marriage was a huge disappointment to me. I don’t think I’m alone. What may have started with Disney princess movies has only been encouraged with other programming, books and even the internet has sites devoted to helping you find your “perfect” match. I believe that this is a large part of the reason that our divorce rate is so high. When marriage isn’t what you expected, many people abandon it, thinking that they simply chose the “wrong” person. I also had such notions at one time.
Relationships are more complex than that, and of course no one really lives happily ever after. It just seems that that fact is something most parents want to keep from their children. My husband is also included in this list. I once commented offhand to my daughter that she would never find Prince Charming, that we had to be realistic. She is three, so I know she didn’t understand me, but I could tell my husband disapproved. He thinks saying things like that spoils the magic.
I often hear people talking about what they expect from their kids in life. I have been thinking about this a lot lately and I have a very simple answer to that question. I expect my kid’s to live life to the fullest, that is all.
Let me elaborate a bit more on my answer. I have never been the type that liked saying I expect my kid to do this or that with their life. It just sounds so assuming. I have hopes and dreams for my children but I don’t expect them to do the things I want them to do. They will have to chose their own paths in life.
My parents were the same with me, they had a lot of hopes and dreams for me but they always let me decide for myself what I wanted in life. I graduated when I was sixteen and many people in my extended family expected me to go to college and have a career. Instead I chose to get married at 18 and start a family. I do not regret my choice in the least. I love being a stay at home mom to my four wonderful kids and I am happy that my mom and dad do not feel I let them down. A couple of my aunts still think I should go to college but my mom has told them that I have made the choice that was good for me and she is proud of me for it.
Posted 04-17-2012 at 10:45 AM by Krista
I have to admit that one thing I don’t like about having little girls is that nearly every shirt or picture frame is labeled with the word Princess. Daddy’s Princess, Mommy’s Princess, it goes on and on. Let’s not even discuss the amount of items with princesses on them! It seems like before they’re even born we’re already trying to predispose them toward tendencies of being prim and pretty.
What if I have a tomboy? I always fretted. There will be nothing for her to wear!
Luckily—depending on how you think about it—I do have a little princess. She loves all things girly, anything with glitter or beading is Ali approved. She loves purses and hats and pretending to put my makeup on. I even have her aunt paint her toenails! She really loves that.
I am not a girly-girl. I do not get dressed up for no reason, I have no idea how to paint my fingernails, and anything other than wearing my hair down or in a ponytail qualifies as a “fancy do” in my husband’s eyes, because I rarely do anything else with my beautiful locks. I always worried about raising a “girly girl” because I feel inept and unequipped.
I have never been a fan of loud and flashy toys. We have some toys that need batteries and very rarely do the kids like those toys. They always want the toys that are more simple.
My five year old son recently discovered that my husband has a large collection of star wars toys in the basement. Chris has been storing these until Alex was old enough to have them and we decided it was time to bring them upstairs for him. Alex is in heaven. There are a bunch of figures, ships and other things for him to battle with. He goes in the front porch and you can hear him making light saber noises and crashing sounds. We also got him a few of the newer starwars toys and he loves his power rangers and race cars. We bought him a race car that moves on its own, makes all kinds of noises and talks, I think he played with it a couple times and now it sits in his toy box because he would rather play with matchbox cars. His birthday is fast approaching and he has been asking for two things, a scooter and more power rangers.
My girls, ages four, two and 9 months all love simple toys also. Destiny who is four and Kairi who is two spend most of the day playing with my little pony, barbies and dolls. They play house together, have the ponies and barbies interact and have really good imaginations. Destiny had a couple dolls that took batteries, talked and did other things but she liked her other babies so much better. When we went through toys with them and had them pick out some toys to donate she donated both the interactive dolls to charity.
Posted 04-13-2012 at 10:25 AM by Krista
I don’t know about you—I’m guessing you’ll say the same thing—but I have a lot to do! Between the girls, and cleaning up, and cooking, and going to classes, and writing these blogs, my time slots are overlapping! I often complain about not having enough time in the day, but for some reason I am reluctant to ask for help. Maybe it’s because I’m too type-A and think I should be able to handle it. I get mad at myself when I can’t.
My husband J often offers to help but I rarely take him up on it? Why? It’s that ugly type A thing again. I don’t ask for his help because…well…because he doesn’t do things the way I think they should be done. For example, if I ask him to keep the girls occupied he will let them watch endless hours of TV (with him, of course. He loves cartoons!) and when I come to retrieve the three of them I will inevitably find a pile of soda cans on the floor and snack wrappers in between the sheets of the bed.
Or, if I ask him to help pick up then I have to keep the girls out of his way. Gosh! Why can’t he do both? Why can’t he just be a mom?!?!
Posted 04-13-2012 at 09:24 AM by Krista
As many of you know from my previous blog posts, I am trying to lose weight. Weight has always been a struggle for me. I grew up in a family of food lovers coupled with unhealthy eating. We often had fast food, to the tune of four times a week. Pizza on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday morning doughnuts from Krispy Kreme. My dad liked to tell me, “If you eat that, you’ll get fat.” It wasn’t until much later that I realized that he only said it so he could have my doughnut!
Regardless, there is truth in it. As a kid I was an avid bookworm. My bad eating habits coupled with hours spent lying practically motionless in my bed as I read helped me to pack on the pounds. Although I wasn’t the only one eating badly I was the only one gaining weight—for whatever reason, my dad didn’t seem to count. Thus, I became the “fat” one, even though, technically, I was never more than fifteen pounds overweight. This gave me a skewed vision of myself and how the world saw me. After all if my family saw me as “the fat one” surely everyone else must.
None of my friends or teachers could tell me differently. I had that label, at least in my mind, and the mirror seemed to reflect accordingly. When I got married I began gaining weight in earnest. It was, in part, due to the fact that I was married, taken, and no longer felt I had to worry about things like that.
My two year old daughter has mastered the art of the temper tantrum. I dealt with some fits from my two older kids but Kairi makes her siblings fits look calm. I am not sure what triggered this in her but I really wish she would stop. She has been getting mad over just about anything lately and when she gets really mad, you know it. Not only does she scream but she shrieks, sits down and smacks the floor or you if she is close to you, if she has something in her hand she will throw it and so many other things. When she first started doing this I was so taken back by it, I was not sure what to do. I tried every method that worked with the other kids and nothing work. I tried making funny faces to make her forget why she was having a fit, she screamed louder, I tried soothing her, she smacked me, I tried other distractions and it did not work. So I pretty much had to just walk away and let her cool down before both of us were having a fit. We are learning slowly what works with her.
I do know that a big part of her tantrums is because she gets really frustrated. Severe ear infections and lead poisoning caused Kairi to be speech delayed, she is catching up to her peers but she still has some trouble communicating what she wants. If she tries to tell you something and you do not listen, she gets upset and a tantrum soon follows. She is also being very stubborn. One of the biggest battles we are dealing with right now comes to her sippy cup.
She knows how to ask for a drink, she knows that throwing the cup in our lap or just screeching is not going to get a drink but she does not want to say drink please. I have come to the point that I do not give in, I wait for her to hand me her cup nicely and ask before she gets a drink. The first couple times I did this she had a big fit,
Posted 04-12-2012 at 10:21 AM by Krista
My husband and I have decided to give it a serious go in the next few months and try for number three. Our last two pregnancies were unplanned, and while I welcomed them both to join our family, there is something fun and exciting about trying to get pregnant. For example, at least once a day we toss ideas for girl names off each other.
There are probably two reasons for this. For one, we have two girls and so people tell us we’re “sure” to get another girl. And secondly, because we’ve had our boy name picked out since we were dating in high school, and have never changed it.
I am very picky about names. They just have to “feel” right. Initially, we were planning to call our first daughter Alexandria. It is my husband’s favorite girl name. However, our family had a child born before us and named him Alexander, so we didn’t want two “Alexs” in the family. We were stumped for a while, and I began to worry that the baby would be born before we were able to agree on a name. Then one day after J came home the first thing he greeted me with was, “How about Alison?” I breathed an immediate sigh of relief and my body relaxed for what felt like the first time in weeks. I knew we’d found our name.
The second time around we were not trying to get pregnant. However, one day J asked me, sort of randomly, if we had another daughter what did I think of naming her Khalen. I instantly took to the name, and replied, “Only if her middle name can be Dianne.” From the moment we agreed, I felt if there was a daughter waiting for us. Sure enough, we found out we were pregnant two months later. We never wavered or discussed names, even halfheartedly. We knew what her name would be.
For me, choosing a name is something I feel in my bones. I can not describe it any better than that. When we happen upon the right name, I just know it. In the case of my youngest, when we picked the name I was sure we would have