Hippity Hop Hop

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Your Score: Rabbit

You scored 20 Ego, 16 Anxiety, and 14 Agency!

IT was going to be one of Rabbit’s busy days. As soon as he
woke up he felt important, as if everything depended upon him.
It was just the day for Organizing Something, or for Writing a
Notice Signed Rabbit, or for Seeing What Everybody Else Thought
About It. It was a perfect morning for hurrying round to Pooh,
and saying, “Very well, then, I’ll tell Piglet,” and then going
to Piglet, and saying, “Pooh thinks–but perhaps I’d better see
Owl first.” It was a Captainish sort of day, when everybody
said, “Yes, Rabbit ” and “No, Rabbit,” and waited until he had
told them.

You scored as Rabbit!

ABOUT RABBIT: Rabbit is generally considered Clever by his many friends and relations. He is actually a much better reader and writer than Owl, but he doesn’t consider it worth mentioning. Instead, Rabbit’s real talent lies in Organizing Plans. He organizes rescue parties, makes schemes to reduce Tigger’s bounciness, and goes on missions to find out what Christopher Robin does when he’s not at the Hundred Acre Woods. Sometimes, however, his Plans do not always go as Planned.

WHAT THIS SAYS ABOUT YOU: You are smart, practical and you plan ahead. People sometimes think that you don’t stress or worry, but this is not the case. You are the kind of person who worries in a practical way. You think a) What are my anxieties about and b)what can be done about them? No useless fretting for you. You don’t see the point in sitting around and waiting for things to work out, when you could actually work them out today and save yourself a lot of time and worry. Your friends tend to rely on you, because they know that they can trust you help them work things out.

You sometimes tend to be impatient with people who are less practical in their ways. You don’t have much patience for idiots who moan about things but never actually DO anything about them. You have high expectations of everyone, including yourself. When you don’t succeed at something, or when something goes wrong despite your best efforts to prevent it, you can get quite hard on yourself. You need to cut yourself some slack and accept that everyone has their faults, even you, and THAT IS OKAY. Let yourself be faulty, every now and then, for the sake of your own sanity.

Link: The Deep and Meaningful Winnie-The-Pooh Character Test written by wolfcaroling on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test
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As the world spins

We have arrived back home, and I have apparently been afflicted with a delayed onset motion sickness. The world is spinning around me, and I won’t bother to tell you how many times I have had to hit delete already in this small post, so this will be brief.

The kids totally redeemed themselves on the eight nine plus hour plane ride without any seat back entertainment like we had on the flight over. The flight attendants pretty much fawned over us about six hours into the flight and regaled me with tales of what generally happens with two small children on a eight nine plus hour plane ride. And it made me (almost) forgive my children for their temper tantrums in the streets of London.

Now I am off to me bed in hopes that when I wake up in the morning the world has stopped spinning and I can make my way to the nearest store to buy one of these. Oh my, did it make the tea brewing experience so much more pleasurable!

Ah, travel

We are currently in residence at Rebecca’sin London.  It has been lovely to see the whole Rebecca family, and they have been gracious and wonderful hosts, even as my children have turned their very tidy flat upside down and eaten them out of house and home.  I also have much sympathy for Rebecca and her washing machine woes, we would never survive.  And I would like to apologize to her for totally disrupting her laundry flow as I figure it will take her well over a week to recover from our visit.

The first three days we were here I was fairly confident that at least one member of our family wasn’t going to survive this trip intact, although I was a little unclear which member it would be.  Yesterday was a bit better, and definitely helped by the fact that Rebecca’s lovely babysitter was responsible for putting the children to bed.  And bless her heart, she said my children were “really lovely” which I am fairly confident means something other that “really lovely” but I’m choosing to take her at face value to save my own sanity.

It has so far snowed two out of the four days we have been here, but yesterday was “really lovely” as London weather goes, and my children marched admirably around London in search of the perfect postcards.  M wandered around with jaw wide open, floored by the lack of half-and-half and thrilled by the ready availability of good beer.  C has seen all that he wanted to see in London, Big Ben (from across the street) and the London Eye, which we thankfully did not go on as the day we were there it got stuck for an hour and a half.

Today M is actually conducting some business and I have every intention of forcing my children to exhaust themselves treking through the city again, with the carrot of a playground at the end of it.  If we get a chance I plan to visit my old flat, which is apparently located in a very hoity toity neighborhood these days, who knew?  Then tomorrow we are going to have the great pleasure of a very.long.time. on a very.small.airplane. with two children who will be simultaneously weeping at the thought of leaving their very bestest friends ever, and demanding to know when we will be home.

I am sure that we will travel again.  But thanks to a really horrible bedtime battle, it will not be to Disney, at least this year as in a fit of anger M announced “I think Disney is off the table for November” and I happily chimed in with a “Oh yes!  you have gotten out of bed WAY to many times to go see Disney this year, so sorry!”  Proving yet again that there is in fact a silver lining to everything…

Open mouth, insert boob

I had lunch today with a fairly new friend who has chosen not to breastfeed. As she was ordering lunch she commented how hungry she has been since she had her baby, and without thinking I said “Oh, it’s the breastfeeding, I ate like a PIG when I was nursing, and then kept eating like one for months after I stopped.” Thankfully she is a gracious and not easily offended person, and came back with “Well, I’m fairly confident it isn’t the breastfeeding (brandishing a bottle for effect), so I’m personally blaming it on the sleep deprivation.”

I refrained the urge to crawl under the nearest table (it WAS a child-friendly joint and MAN was the floor in need of a good sweep), but spent the rest of the lunch internally cringing and wondering if I would ever be able to recover from that one.

Never easy

C will be turning six any day now, and this weekend we had his first big kid birthday party.  C took his two best buds to see Horton Hears a Who.  Which was fabulous, by the way.  He and his friends sat quietly and entranced, and I only had to explain basics of the story a few times.  Afterwards we took the kids to ice cream, and every one was happy.  I patted myself on the back for a job well done, a fun party that didn’t cost an arm and a leg AND didn’t take place in my house.

Then, C tugged on my arm.  “Mom!  M says I’m WRONG.  But I’m RIGHT!  Tell him!”

“Right about what C?”

“Right about the big bang!  I was explaining to him about how the earth was made, and he says it isn’t true!

M pipes up with “C is WRONG!  GOD made the earth, and the mommies, and the daddies!  He DID!”

I inwardly cringe.  Who knew that a six year old birthday party could turn into a creation/evolution debate?  “Well, C, and M, lots of people believe lots of different things.  And no one really knows for sure what really happened, because no one who is alive today was there.  What is important is that you respect each others opinion.”  Nice Chichimama!  Dodged that one!

C’s other friend, C2, looks from one to another, and then says “Well, we learned about God creating the earth at school, but I think I like C’s version better.  I believe C, not the priest!”

So there you go, come to a birthday party, see a movie, have an ice cream cone and go home questioning the teachings of the Catholic church.  All part of a day’s work here at Chez J-E.

Performance-Based Management

Once upon a time I was a manager.  And, in my humble opinion, I was a pretty decent one.  I didn’t LIKE being a manager, but I did it because that was what was required of me.

Today, in the dressing room of a store, I had an epiphany.  Raising small children is actually rather similar to managing disgruntled employees who would rather be at a bar, or the park, or the movies, or really anywhere but at work.

So I bent down to the level of my children, who were in the process of trying to squeeze UNDER the dressing room door and failing miserably, and announced: “Our goal in this store is to find mommy a dress so you can play with the babysitter on Saturday night.  In order to achieve that goal, you need to follow the golden rules, or else we will leave and there will be no dress and no babysitter.  The rules are: No crawling on the floor.  No whining.  No hitting your sibling.  No hiding in clothing racks, no touching things that do not belong to you.  In addition, at the end of the shopping trip, if we achieve our goal and you follow all of the golden rules I set forth at the beginning, there will be an orange scone with your name on it, to split.  Do I make myself clear?”

Both kids nodded and slowly climbed up onto the bench.  I continued to try on dresses that were either too big or too small or too short or too long.  The children sat blinking.  A decision was made.  The children began to squabble quietly.  “Remember the goal and the rules…” I admonished.  A truce was quickly reached.  We headed to the register.

We paid for our purchases, and headed next door to the coffee shop.  On the way I praised them for following the rules.  When we reached the door of the coffee shop I bent down again and explained the rules of the coffee shop.  “Our goal is to have a nice and pleasant snack.  In order to do that, there will be no whining, no touching, no running.  You will use your please and thank yous.  You will use an indoor voice.  If the rules are not followed, we will leave the coffee shop immediately and throw away the remainder of the snack.  If the rules are followed, we will be able to come back again sometime.  Do I make myself clear?”  Both children nodded again.

We enjoyed our orange scone in peace.  I made sure to praise them for their good behavior.  We left the shop quietly.  Life was good.  I wonder if they are old enough for self-evaluations…

The gift that keeps on giving

When A was one and a half, I, the good mother, bought her exactly what I knew she would love for Christmas, a singing Wags the Dog.  I figured that hey, the Wiggles are a short lived phase, and Wags would make up for the fact that pretty much every other age-appropriate toy had been bought for her big brother by various folks two years before.   “I give it six months” I told my husband.  “Maybe nine.”

Guess who woke me up at 4am today?  Yeah.  Wags.  Tells you what I know about my child.  And does the fact that I am considering “losing” Wags on the trip to London next week totally wipe out the good mother karma I built up by purchasing him in the first place???

Overheard from the future politician

Chichimama: “OK C, A has agreed to take the first bath if she gets to pick the first book.”

C: “Really? A? Is that true?”

A: “I am not saying anything.”

Chichimama: “But A! We had a deal!”

A: “I don’t remember. And even if we did, there is no proof.”

The blogger formerly known as Mom Underground

My older readers may remember Mom Underground, who was one of my favorite haunts.  She has unfortunately given up blogging, choosing to instead spend her time sewing.  And she now has a to die for inventory of handmade bags, aprons and some special vintage finds in her very own shop!  I personally have my eye on this fabulous bag.  Her craftiness almost inspires my to dust off my not so old sewing machine…or maybe I’ll just commission her to make me pretty things!

Go check her out, and then report back on your favorite items!