Monday, January 5, 2015

A Plethora of Milestones Are Ahead

Since turning 2, Wolfman has decided:
  • He no longer needs his booster seat.
  • He's ready to be potty trained.
  • With his potty/stool, he insists on washing his hands every time we're in the bathroom.
  • Last night, he picked up his tooth brush, turned on the sink, and started brushing his teeth all by himself while I was bathing his brother.  We bought him some age appropriate toothpaste and will introduce him to that today.  
And my mom is buying him a twin bed.  He has a converter crib, but my mom is buying us the twin so we can give the crib to the baby (he's been sleeping in a pack'n'play).  I'm apprehensive about it, because I think it's going to be harder to get him to go to bed and I don't know how he'll react when we give his crib to his brother.  Luckily, Wolfman isn't too bothered by change, but these are big changes!  New bed, potty training.  Big steps for us and him.  True it'll be easier for him when he starts potty training to not be confined to a cage, but he can open up doors on his own and I don't want him wondering the house while we're asleep.  

And I'm also annoyed with my husband because when I suggested that we buy Wolfman a toddler bed, he protested due to the hand-me-down thing.  But then my mom offers to buy a bed and he's all over it.  Really?  

To go along with his new Captains twin bed (has shelves under the mattress), we're going to buy him a Paw Patrol bedding set.  Oh, and safety railings.  We just got a nice bedding gift set for a toddler bed that has vehicles all of over it and Wolfman loves them.  So we need to top that love.  

Next week, that change is coming.  You know, I should suggest to mom to tell hubs that Wolfman needs plastic sheets, since he won't listen to me about it.  I say something and I apparently don't know what I'm talking about.  My mom says it and she's a genius.  I don't get it.  

Any who, at least we'll finally be able to use the bedding set that I bought for the baby.

In other news, I've gathered up a lot of stuff for donations.  With most people, when they don't want a gift, they regift it or take it back.  Me?  I just donate it.  Let someone else enjoy it.  But it's either funny or sad, I don't like a lot of stuff in general, but every time we go to donations, we always have a lot to drop off....where's it all coming from?  Gift holidays and birthdays are obvious, but we don't buy that much stuff throughout the year.  This year it'll mainly be home and yard improvements, but that's really it.  I don't know where it all comes from to be honest.  At least this time, we have a lot of infant and kid stuff give away.

I wish I knew how to knit or crochet, otherwise I'd be making a lot of blankets, scarves, hats, and gloves for shelters.  But I am getting a sewing machine, so that's start.  The sooner it arrives, the sooner I can start learning.


I need to vent.  Had a tough night last night, between my OCD and motherfuckers and their bratty kids not respecting that.  The father knows that I have OCD.  It's not as severe as it used to be, but I've been working on it.  Maybe it's not OCD because it's not ritualistic, but that doesn't mean that I don't get seriously stressed out and prone to anxiety attacks when things get messed up.  I've been able to teach my son respect for things, and I work with him about making messes and touching things that don't belong to him (I teach my son respect, boundaries, and rules)--my son doesn't upset my anxiety very often.  But this past Christmas and birthday, I was pushed and pushed, but I kept it together because there were kids around.  Last night, was almost my breaking point.  These kids are older and are able to comprehend.  When you ask or tell them to do something, they do it.  Or so their parents tell us.

I had to tell my niece three times to put something down that wasn't a toy.  Three times!  Then they kept taking balls out of the playroom (and I've told them the rules).  There's a reason why we have a playroom, that's where most of the toys stay.  My two-year-old son knows that he can only take a few out at a time.  He's two.  As long as we're consistent, hopefully this rule will stay.  But no, not my nephew and niece, they didn't care all.  My husband said, "If it makes you feel better, they don't listen to [their dad] either."

"That's not an excuse."  And no, it's doesn't make me feel better either.  It actually makes me sad.

And I shouldn't have been the one telling these kids off.  Their dad was there!  He should've gotten off his lazy ass and been a parent.  Not me!  It's not my job!  But I'm not going to let them completely wreck my house or spread their germs everywhere either!  Like the dad didn't say anything, until I got on his daughter in front of him for teasing our baby with a toy.  Then she did it again with juice, even then, I had to start in before he said anything.  What kind of lazy crap is that?  Man up and be a parent, for the Gods sake.  I'm not your fucking baby sitter.

According to my husband, his brother was doing a fantastic job of keeping his kids in check.  I literally do not understand blind loyalty that some family members show for each other.  I don't.  It defies logic, or maybe he just wasn't paying attention?

Parent Pet Peeve:
I really hate it when other parents know that their kids are sick, but they bring them over to your house anyway (a stomach bug on Christmas and a general cold last night).  It's completely inconsiderate.  And even ruder, is when they know their sick kid has been coughing and sneezing into their hands, and wiping their snot on their fingers, and yet they ENCOURAGE them to play with, not just the healthy kids toys, but the infant's toys!  What?  Ya fuckin stupid or something?  In what universe is that okay?  Especially knowing that the infant has nearly died from catching two virus' already.  Fuckwits, man.

I said something last night and my husband just said, "Well we'll just lysol all of the toys when they leave."  Thanks for understanding and having my back, hubs.  Good job.  Needless to say, our evening wasn't that enjoyable.  It's easy for him to kiss his brother's ass and ignore my concerns because he wouldn't be home all day taking care of sick kids, while fighting off a virus with them.

Another Parent Pet Peeve:
"Kids will be kids."  This phrase, to me, is what lazy parents say when they don't have the balls and patience to teach their children respect, boundaries, and rules.  Yes, another PPP born from last night's visitation--a visitation that I didn't even know about until they showed up on our doorstep (probably because my husband knew that I would protest because our nephew and niece were sick).  The kids were completely disrespectful and didn't listen at all to anyone.  It was aggravating.

I nearly told the father that they weren't welcome back to the house until he taught his kids respect for others. (And this isn't new, it's always like this, because they don't tell their kids no....but they also spank.  How confusing is that?  They seriously need to take some parenting classes.  I thought the point of not telling your kid no was to protect their psyche's or some crap?  What's spanking going to do, especially if you don't tell them no?)

At least their sister has her head on her shoulders.

How you raise your children is your thing, but when they come over to my house, I expect them to respect my home; and for you, the parent, to keep them in line.

We're getting a gate for the playroom, so that when the rules are broken, the privilege is taken away.  I can punish my kids at house, but with one set of the kids, I can't, because their parents barely bother with discipline or enforcing rules.  At least with the other set, I can threaten to tell their mom or dad, because their parents actually give a damn about consistency and respect for others.  Playroom gate will be my source of power.

Even though the little kids can't read, I'm going to make up a Rule poster, so that at least their parents can (me just verbally asking and telling the kids apparently doesn't work).  AND I may even put up a sign in the mudroom (our main entrance) that tells the others that I'm not their baby sitter.  They need to keep an eye on their kids, too.

(And I want to add that I'm not saying that my son is perfect, we still have much to learn.  But patience, dedication, and consistency do wonders for teaching children.)

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