Friday, February 24, 2012

Sibling rivalry


These girls play together and defend each other (when others aren't nice to them). They do, however, have their moments (and plenty of them) where they fight and don't get along. They can fight, yell, and be obnoxious to one another.

Now I have a better idea of what my parents went through listening to my sister and me fight. Growing up, we took a lot of road trips for our vacation, and I remember my parents frequently threatening to pull to the side of the road if we didn't stop fighting. We fought a lot, especially when in the car for long periods of time.

Listening to fighting is exhausting. It comes like a tornado, furiously and without much warning.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

At the end of the day

Another mom made a broad comment awhile back that has been ruminating in my mind for some time. She mentioned that she's frequented a number of mommy blogs that present as a picture perfect picture of parenthood, or mommy-hood specifically. What she was reading was Mary Poppins perfect mothers who never have struggles or problems as mothers and love expanding the family numbers quickly.

I assured her that these people weren't being completely forthcoming. I cannot speak on each person's behalf. But, I can certainly share from my life.

For those of you out there in the world, in cyber space, where ever you are, checking in here, on my blog, my confession is this: my life is anything but perfect. Especially as a mother. I am the mother of a brood of four children, five years old and under. Brood or not, parenthood is no easy breeze.

That's not to say I am not grateful I am a mother. Wouldn't take it back, not for a moment. Wouldn't redo any one of my children.


But take today for instance. This day was set a few months ago for my eldest, my five year old, to get a cavity taken care of. She's my ultra-sensitive child. I've know for many months that she has had this cavity, and it has only gotten worse with passing time.

A combination of factors prevented us from getting this tooth taken care of sooner. Couldn't even get past a well-check without a total freak-out melt-down. She responded as if the world were ending. As if we were pulling her hair out one strand at a time. Without a well check, we couldn't get any problems fixed. This particular pediatric dental center booked months in advance.

Anyways, I spent the better part of the day getting this dental stuff taken care of. We were on the road at 8:15 this morning. Didn't get back until 1:30 this afternoon. Loads of dramatic, emotional stuff in between. My daughter freaked out at the dentist checking her heart and lungs with the stethoscope. My daughter pleaded and got crazy scared getting her blood pressure checked. But, all these prayers my friends have been lifting up were answered, because patience prevailed on my part; I stood or sat by my daughter's side and supported her through her anxiety and fear, even with the twins in tow.

I was warned by the pediatric dentist that at any step of the way, if things didn't work out - the partial sedation of choice or the actual dental work itself - the next step would be to use general anesthesia. The sedation method of choice wouldn't knock her out, just calm her down. There was a chance that she could still freak out as they worked on her.


Here's my little trooper, with my friend Lindsey and her pal Henry.

I could only stay with her until the sedation kicked in at a level where they could work on her tooth. The dentist wasn't sure what needed to be done - a filling or a crown - because my five year old couldn't cooperate on getting bite-wing x-rays taken.


While waiting in the waiting room and pacing the parking lot with the twins, I hoped that passing time meant that the procedure was going well. There was a happy ending to this story. That little tooth was fixed, and my five year old survived that event.

Had to have a root canal and a crown. My five year old.


For being courageous, I promised her frozen yogurt from Yogurtland. I made sure she knew how proud of her I am. Loads of words of praise, lots of special time with me, and a treat. I am so proud of Isabella. Well done, daughter; I am so very proud of you.


I am utterly physically and emotionally exhausted. I still remember my bad pediatric dental experience, even though it wasn't exactly yesterday. I can imagine adding a sensitive personality to the mix only complicates matters exponentially. So, as a mother, I've been very much on edge.

But, I've been one hungry bear, eating, eating, and eating. No, not comfort eating. Ravenously hungry. Now that I've temporarily satisfied that voracious hunger, I shall nurse the twins and pass out. Peace out.

Friday, February 03, 2012

A mere mirror reflection


Both twins have been enjoying their reflections and getting a huge kick out of seeing themselves in the mirror. I doubt they have the ability to tell that they're looking at their own reflections, but the important note is that they're entertained.

Wednesday, February 01, 2012

Rodeo days

The older two children have their own horses. Isabella made hers, on the left, last year in preschool. Victoria made hers this year, also in preschool. Christine and Annie are the horses' names. I believe Christine was chosen well before I was pregnant or knew names for the twins. Isabella knew that one of best friends is Christine. As for Victoria, she chose to name her horse after her best friend.


Though the horses aren't wild and nothing is being done to them to react wildly, but the horses are no longer lone horses. And, they have enthusiastic riders.


Giddey-up horseys!