Friday, April 13, 2012
Who makes all the decisions?
As we sat down for dinner this evening, Nathan asked if he could have some water with ice. So he got it. The only thing is that Nathan wanted a specific cup, well I could have said, "Yes honey let me switch your cup." or "um no Nathan you already got your water and ice." "Deal with it, my little prince.....
Well Nathan did not take it well, he obviously got upset.
Nathan: Ahh mommy why do you always get to decide
Mommy: Because I am the grown up and I make the decisions
Nathan: Why, I never get to decide
Mommy: Yes Nathan you don't get to decide but I am still the mommy and I make the money, so YES I decide
I hope if Nathan wants to make decision, he realizes he has to work for them. Sorry Nate you are only 3 1/2 feet tall, take your time.
Well Nathan did not take it well, he obviously got upset.
Nathan: Ahh mommy why do you always get to decide
Mommy: Because I am the grown up and I make the decisions
Nathan: Why, I never get to decide
Mommy: Yes Nathan you don't get to decide but I am still the mommy and I make the money, so YES I decide
I hope if Nathan wants to make decision, he realizes he has to work for them. Sorry Nate you are only 3 1/2 feet tall, take your time.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
When Do I go on Vacation
As I am saying good night to Nathan, I remind him of our morning routine. I also reminded him that my plan is to go shopping for his birthday party. So in other words don't piss me off in the morning, or I just will shop for myself.
He asked me, "I am not going to go with you?" I replied, "No." He asked why, I said because you have to go to school. "When Do I get vacation?" Nathan you will get vacation when you are in Kinder garden,
Nathan's replied, "Ahhhhh when do I get vacation when I am four!!!"
News flash you are on vacation, you don't have to work, you wake up early by choice (I can sleep in until 0930 if I could) and you have three pages of homework, only to make you smarter not punishment. So don't ask me when you are getting vacation.
Even his teacher asked me this morning, mind you MORNING. I can barely drive myself there and now you want me to answer questions. "Will Nathan be here next week?" Confused. AHH YEAH. Is there something I don't know. I thought all of this didn't really voice it. She must have picked up the look on my face. I politely, ask "What is next week?" She replies "Spring Break." This is how out of it I was, what is Spring break?
Oh yeah Spring Break, you know when you are in college and you are off for a week. Twenty somethings got to get away and get drunk and party somewhere, for me it involved Rosarito.
Back to my life, "Ahhh No, I don't get Spring Break neither does he." You can wait until you are in college to get your Spring Break, and you can pay for it too.
He asked me, "I am not going to go with you?" I replied, "No." He asked why, I said because you have to go to school. "When Do I get vacation?" Nathan you will get vacation when you are in Kinder garden,
Nathan's replied, "Ahhhhh when do I get vacation when I am four!!!"
News flash you are on vacation, you don't have to work, you wake up early by choice (I can sleep in until 0930 if I could) and you have three pages of homework, only to make you smarter not punishment. So don't ask me when you are getting vacation.
Even his teacher asked me this morning, mind you MORNING. I can barely drive myself there and now you want me to answer questions. "Will Nathan be here next week?" Confused. AHH YEAH. Is there something I don't know. I thought all of this didn't really voice it. She must have picked up the look on my face. I politely, ask "What is next week?" She replies "Spring Break." This is how out of it I was, what is Spring break?
Oh yeah Spring Break, you know when you are in college and you are off for a week. Twenty somethings got to get away and get drunk and party somewhere, for me it involved Rosarito.
Back to my life, "Ahhh No, I don't get Spring Break neither does he." You can wait until you are in college to get your Spring Break, and you can pay for it too.
Game Ball
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LETS GO METS #1
My heart breaks, the day Nathan got to play pitcher and did a tremendous job on stopping the ball and throwing it to first base, I miss the game. To make matters worse, Nathan received the "GAME BALL"
When I talked to him that evening, he told me, "Mommy, I got the game ball because I did so good".
Nathan has recently found his potential. When I asked him, "Nathan do you like to play baseball", filled with excitement he replies, "Yes"
Great Job Nate
Dressing Room
Hi everyone,
Yes it's that time again. Nathan comments, actions and reactions.
Every night Nathan gets to pick out his clothes. We do this in order to save time in the morning. Apparently, I have created a monster. The funny thing is that when Nathan and I pick his clothes out at night, everything goes well in the morning. When daddy and Nathan pick out clothes, ummm things don't go as planned.
Lets take this morning for example. Nathan came into my room and started to get dressed. He asked me if he could wear his new "Angry Bird" (anger management shirt, appropriate right ??). I said, yes but put some jeans on instead. He ran to his room and came back complaining there weren't any jeans. I left three pairs of jeans on the floor for him to pick out. He thought jeans were shorts. Fine Nathan, get some jean short from your dirty clothes (I don't care I have to get to work, can we hurry).
We got the shorts, and the Angry Bird shirt on. Umm one problem, he wanted to wear a plaid green shirt over it. I told him that the Angry Bird Shirt didn't go with it but the " Kiss me I am Irish shirt" did. We went back and forth, I finally said, his choice was to wear the Angry Bird shirt alone or wear his White Irish shirt underneath the plaid shirt, end of discussion. (I felt like I was in the dressing room at Macy's picking out an outfit for a fab party not pre-school. Good Lord. I try to let him exercise his opinion and decision making when choosing his clothes. However, I had to pump the brakes when he wants to wear orange plaid shorts with a green shirt. I cannot allow my children to walk around looking like a rainbow. I do take issue.
Lets see what tomorrow holds...:)
Yes it's that time again. Nathan comments, actions and reactions.
Every night Nathan gets to pick out his clothes. We do this in order to save time in the morning. Apparently, I have created a monster. The funny thing is that when Nathan and I pick his clothes out at night, everything goes well in the morning. When daddy and Nathan pick out clothes, ummm things don't go as planned.
Lets take this morning for example. Nathan came into my room and started to get dressed. He asked me if he could wear his new "Angry Bird" (anger management shirt, appropriate right ??). I said, yes but put some jeans on instead. He ran to his room and came back complaining there weren't any jeans. I left three pairs of jeans on the floor for him to pick out. He thought jeans were shorts. Fine Nathan, get some jean short from your dirty clothes (I don't care I have to get to work, can we hurry).
We got the shorts, and the Angry Bird shirt on. Umm one problem, he wanted to wear a plaid green shirt over it. I told him that the Angry Bird Shirt didn't go with it but the " Kiss me I am Irish shirt" did. We went back and forth, I finally said, his choice was to wear the Angry Bird shirt alone or wear his White Irish shirt underneath the plaid shirt, end of discussion. (I felt like I was in the dressing room at Macy's picking out an outfit for a fab party not pre-school. Good Lord. I try to let him exercise his opinion and decision making when choosing his clothes. However, I had to pump the brakes when he wants to wear orange plaid shorts with a green shirt. I cannot allow my children to walk around looking like a rainbow. I do take issue.
Lets see what tomorrow holds...:)
Friday, March 23, 2012
Heart Attacks, IRS and Little Sister
This evening we left Nathan with his grandparents for a few hours, while Dad and I did numbers for the IRS. Before we left he and Katelyn were told to be on their best behavior. (Yeah Right).
I sat with Nathan and told him that Mommy and Daddy were going to do their taxes, "Mommy want are taxes?" Nathan it's when you have to tell the government how much money mommy and daddy got paid for the work they do.
We got home a few hours later, and I got a report from grandma and grandpa, umm apparently Nathan had a hick up.
While daddy was in the room saying good night to Nathan, Daddy asked Nathan how the evening went. Nathan replied, "Daddy I had two Problems, the first one was Katelyn splashed me in the face while we were in the bath and I told Abuelo, the second one was Katelyn hit me in the head, and I don't hit Katelyn so I told Abuelo." Umm I don't think that is how things happened.
I had a conversation with my parents already before I went in to said good night to Nathan.
I went inside Nathan's room and asked him, "So I heard your were being silly?" He replied, "I wasn't being silly, Katelyn was." Really. What Happened?
"Well I had a heart attack." WHAT, "Nathan, What is a heart attack?" It's when your heart hurts.
He quickly changes the conversation and begins to ask me, How my tax appointment went. I replied, It went well. "What did you have to do." Well I give people numbers and then they send them to the IRS. "What is the IRS?" The Internal Revenue Service. "Mommy did you tell them that you also clean the house."
Smart Boy, Nathan realizes Mommy should be getting paid for all the work I do around the house. Too bad it's not included in my W-2.
I sat with Nathan and told him that Mommy and Daddy were going to do their taxes, "Mommy want are taxes?" Nathan it's when you have to tell the government how much money mommy and daddy got paid for the work they do.
We got home a few hours later, and I got a report from grandma and grandpa, umm apparently Nathan had a hick up.
While daddy was in the room saying good night to Nathan, Daddy asked Nathan how the evening went. Nathan replied, "Daddy I had two Problems, the first one was Katelyn splashed me in the face while we were in the bath and I told Abuelo, the second one was Katelyn hit me in the head, and I don't hit Katelyn so I told Abuelo." Umm I don't think that is how things happened.
I had a conversation with my parents already before I went in to said good night to Nathan.
I went inside Nathan's room and asked him, "So I heard your were being silly?" He replied, "I wasn't being silly, Katelyn was." Really. What Happened?
"Well I had a heart attack." WHAT, "Nathan, What is a heart attack?" It's when your heart hurts.
He quickly changes the conversation and begins to ask me, How my tax appointment went. I replied, It went well. "What did you have to do." Well I give people numbers and then they send them to the IRS. "What is the IRS?" The Internal Revenue Service. "Mommy did you tell them that you also clean the house."
Smart Boy, Nathan realizes Mommy should be getting paid for all the work I do around the house. Too bad it's not included in my W-2.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Hard Day
You know when you listen to the words of a four year old, you have to wonder where exactly their ideas are coming from.
Let me walk you by Nathan's day. Due to time change, he actually woke up at 8am, got ready for school, had a little breakfast and went off to Pre-School. At Pre- School, I know they do art activities, reading, playing, eating, etc. Doesn't sound like a tough day;
Well according to Mr. Nathan, "It's been a Hard Day".
Nathan got picked up from school, when he got home he got ready for his Baseball game, and I made dinner. Sometime between getting ready and sitting down for dinner, Nathan had to go to the bathroom to drop off some kids off at the pool.
Dad, knowing the game was scheduled for 6pm, didn't fit in the fact that Nathan had to use the restroom. OK....
Nathan, upset at the fact that he was rushed, quickly snapped and said the following, " Stop Rushing me, I don't like to be rushed."
Well said Nathan, what man likes to be rushed when he is in the middle of the most important part of human life.
We made it to the game. Just like any other baseball player ( at age four) Nathan did what he was expected to do. Although I think the kids thought they were playing Football, not baseball. I only say this because anytime the ball was thrown, all the kids would run to it, miss it but tackle each other until there was a pile of kids three feet high. Only an observation.
Well as I am putting Nathan down to sleep, he told me he was tired, "Mommy I had such a hard day and my head hurts."
His head hurts, really???? You know when my head hurts, it's lights out, Excedrin Migrane and a wet towel over my forehead. Is Nathan really having a hard day, or has he heard this so much that either he really feels it, or it's one of those comments he picked up. I know it's hard to be four, it must have been so traumatizing to me that I don't recall being four. But thirteen, I got you Nathan, I recall exactly what it is to be thirteen and on.
I hope you rest up and your teachers, parents and coaches are not working you too much. After all this isn't toddlers and tiaras. I am much more sane than those moms.
Love Ya...
Let me walk you by Nathan's day. Due to time change, he actually woke up at 8am, got ready for school, had a little breakfast and went off to Pre-School. At Pre- School, I know they do art activities, reading, playing, eating, etc. Doesn't sound like a tough day;
Well according to Mr. Nathan, "It's been a Hard Day".
Nathan got picked up from school, when he got home he got ready for his Baseball game, and I made dinner. Sometime between getting ready and sitting down for dinner, Nathan had to go to the bathroom to drop off some kids off at the pool.
Dad, knowing the game was scheduled for 6pm, didn't fit in the fact that Nathan had to use the restroom. OK....
Nathan, upset at the fact that he was rushed, quickly snapped and said the following, " Stop Rushing me, I don't like to be rushed."
Well said Nathan, what man likes to be rushed when he is in the middle of the most important part of human life.
We made it to the game. Just like any other baseball player ( at age four) Nathan did what he was expected to do. Although I think the kids thought they were playing Football, not baseball. I only say this because anytime the ball was thrown, all the kids would run to it, miss it but tackle each other until there was a pile of kids three feet high. Only an observation.
Well as I am putting Nathan down to sleep, he told me he was tired, "Mommy I had such a hard day and my head hurts."
His head hurts, really???? You know when my head hurts, it's lights out, Excedrin Migrane and a wet towel over my forehead. Is Nathan really having a hard day, or has he heard this so much that either he really feels it, or it's one of those comments he picked up. I know it's hard to be four, it must have been so traumatizing to me that I don't recall being four. But thirteen, I got you Nathan, I recall exactly what it is to be thirteen and on.
I hope you rest up and your teachers, parents and coaches are not working you too much. After all this isn't toddlers and tiaras. I am much more sane than those moms.
Love Ya...
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