Age appropriate

Hello everybody!   I hope you guys are well.

Not so long ago, my daughter uttered two words that sent chills down my back as well as my husbands’.  They weren’t good chills and the words that she said were Justin Bieber.  Ugh!  She’s five years old.  Why is she inquiring about him?  Well, she told me that her friends at school watched him on TV.  I simply told her that they were watching him because he was a singer and left it at that.  Yes, she’s curious, but I don’t want her in the realm of these young teen celebrity’s shenanigans.  I don’t want her screaming her head off and crying her eyes out in admiration for someone.  That drives me nuts when I see little girls doing that.  It’s just not age appropriate and we as parents have to understand that they only have one childhood.  Why would you want to take that away from them?

Just like a toy that has age guidelines that we should adhere to, we should do the same when it comes to entertainment.  I don’t want her to know about One Direction, Selena Gomez, Taylor Swift, etc.  She’s five.  Yes, they got the Gangnam style fever only because we introduced it to them so we have to really think about what we want to expose our children to.  Yesterday, I had a conversation about this with my daughter’s teacher at school.  It was parent/teacher night.  My daughter’s report card was excellent and I’m very proud of her.  She has advanced in several subjects and her teacher mentioned how she shows a great interest in reading and writing.  I wish we had more time to speak because her teacher mentioned how parents are their children’s first teachers.  I told her that I had written that same comment on my blog and felt wholeheartedly that we have to teach them, but also try to keep them young and not advance them too much where they lose their innocence.  We, as a whole society, need to see this and understand it.  It’s for our children’s benefit.

Even a manicure, for example, which my daughter has been asking to do, may seem like a small matter, no big deal for some, but it is a big deal for me.  I feel she’s still too young for that and I know that there are toddlers out there wobbling around with little pink nails, but that’s their parent’s choice and just because that child has painted nails doesn’t mean that I have to paint my daughter’s nails as well.  I have my own opinion, my own view and I know what’s right for my child at this moment.  Once you open that door, even just a sliver, into adulthood, you can’t go back.  I don’t want my daughter singing a Justin Bieber song.  I want to hear her singing, the “Star, Spangled Banner” and “America, the beautiful”, which she’s currently singing and beautifully, I might add, because she learned them in school.  That’s what she’s supposed to be singing as well as silly songs that her teacher has taught her.  I have nothing against the above mentioned celebrities.  I just want to protect my child and let her enjoy her childhood.  I know, believe me I know that one day she’s going to grow up and enter that world, it’s just not going to be today!

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I gifted my daughter this book, pen, and eraser at her school’s book fair for her wonderful report card.  She picked everything out and was very happy.

Take good care all.

Until next time…

When will it end?

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Hello everybody.  I hope you guys are well.

I currently have two cute, snot faces at home.

Here we go again, and again, and yup, again.  My oldest is miserable because she’s missing school and her nose and upper lip are red and swollen from blowing and wiping away boogers.  Fun times!  When will this insanity end?  We’ve been sick before, but this is ridiculous.  We’ve even been to the pediatrician twice!  I’m giving medicine every four hours, applying Vick’s vapor rub, going through numerous tissue boxes, and the current phrase being declared in the house every ten minutes is, “I have boogies!”

I’m also very conflicted with the fact that I’m keeping her home from school.  I hate that she’s missing her lessons, but at the same time I don’t want her to be miserable and spreading germs in her class.  She knows how to fully blow and wipe her nose, but as soon as she steps into school she starts doing things differently like blowing softy into the tissue and constantly wiping at her nose, hence why when I went to pick her up yesterday (mind you she didn’t leave the house with a runny nose in the morning and I was shocked to see how she looked in the afternoon) her nose and upper lip were RAW.  Today, she woke up the same way and I thought it best to let her clear out as much boogies as she can at home.  It’s amazing how much keeps coming out and I can’t see the light at the end of the snot tunnel.  How much can there be left?

My youngest is faring better.   She doesn’t let a stuffed up or runny nose stop her from playing, torturing her sister, ignoring my demands to stop making a mess, or sleeping.  She’s currently walking around the house with her magnifying glass telling me that she’s looking for dinosaur footprints.  I just want to scoop her up and give her a thousand kisses, but I don’t want to get sick again, or in my case, again!!

Here’s hoping that I can QUIT writing about us being sick (please!) and banish all yucky snot away from my household.

Take good care all.

Until next time…

One smart girl

Hello everybody!  I hope you guys are well.

Every time I pick up my daughter from school, I always ask her, “How was your day at school?”  I either get a “fine” (short and sweet) or a detail account of what they did and where they went in school (library, auditorium, or gymnasium).   During bath time, Friday night, she remembered something that happened in school and shared it with me.

Olivia: “There were kids crying in my class.”

Me: “How many?”

Olivia: “3.”

Me: “Why were there 3 kids crying in your class?”

Olivia: “One boy wanted the teacher to give him a tennis ball after gym, another boy wanted a magazine, but the teacher had only two and he gave them to other kids, and one girl wanted to play on the computer, but they said no.”

Me:  “So why didn’t you cry?”

Olivia: “I already have a tennis ball at home that the teacher gave me when I was good.  You give me magazines all the time and you always let me play on your computer.”

Me: “That’s a good way of looking at things.  You are one smart girl.  I’m very proud of you and thank you for being good in school.”

Always praise your children on their good behavior in school.  Not only will it make them feel good, but their hard-working teachers will greatly appreciate your support.

Will you be my Valentine?

Hello everybody!  I hope you guys are well.

Valentine’s Day is tomorrow and my daughter’s school is going to have a Valentine’s Celebration.  She was asked to bring a treat for her classmates and this is what I came up with.

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During a sale at Party City about a year ago, I came across these Princess Valentine cards.  They were Buy 1, Get 1 Free so I thought, “Hey, why not?  They might come in handy for the future.”  Hello handy valentines, it’s the future!  I packaged a princess card with a fruit snack in a candy bag and sealed it with a heart sticker that came with the cards.  These are for the girls in her class because I thought it would be perfectly ok to give the princess cards to everyone in the class, but that wasn’t the case.  My daughter and my husband, both, proclaimed that you couldn’t give the boys a princess card.  So I asked my daughter, “Who should be on the card for the boys?” and she replied, “Batman!”  Ok.  I did a quick AOL search and I found this cute clip art with Batman.  It does have a pink background, but I couldn’t change that and it’s still Batman.  I put together a total of 21, 12 girls and 9 boys.  I really hope they enjoy this treat.

I’m going to change the subject now because I wanted to share a quick dialogue I had with my oldest daughter last night.  She is learning our national anthem, the Star Spangled Banner, and I showed her several YouTube videos with the music and lyrics.  We came across Whitney Houston’s rendition at the Super Bowl in 1991 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHmdu_I_0zI).

Me: Her name is Whitney Houston.  This video is old, but famous because Whitney sang the Star Spangled Banner beautifully.  Unfortunately, she’s not with us anymore.

Olivia: Why?

Me: She had an accident and was hurt really bad.  She died.

Olivia: (Gasps)

Me: It’s ok.

Olivia: She’s beautiful.

Me: Yes, she was very beautiful.

I know that I didn’t have to tell her that Whitney passed away, but I want her to start getting an idea of death.  It’s definitely part of life and I want to introduce these aspects little by little as opposed to not having any knowledge of it at all.  Since she started school, she has come home asking me and telling me about things that we necessarily haven’t spoken to her about so whenever an opportunity presents itself, such as someone who has died, I mention something so she can know a little bit of it, for now.  We finished watching Whitney sing and my daughter asked to see and hear her again.  I loved how she said that she was beautiful.  Just like that.  Through a child’s eye, we can learn so much.

Take good care all.

Until next time…

Picture Day

Hello everybody!  I hope you guys are well.  Yesterday, my daughter had a rough day at school.  Poor little thing threw up during lunch.  I got the call and I raced to her school with a change of clothing and to bring her home.  She was REALLY SAD because she didn’t want to leave!  In fact, she wanted to go back to school because her class was going to do an art project and she didn’t want to miss it.  My sweet, little artist.  It broke my heart, but I knew she needed to relax a bit at home.  She has a cough and we have been trying to spit and blow out the germs completely.  She told me the coughing made her throw up.  I advised her for the future, if she ever felt that she was going to throw up again, to try to find the nearest bathroom or simply throw up on the floor instead of on her clothes.  I did my best in explaining things in a funny way to cheer her up and hopefully have my advice stay floating around in her memory bank.  Plus, I told her that she needed to rest because the following day was Picture Day.  That sealed the deal and made her happy.

As for myself, I’m filled with so much anticipation.  I can’t wait to see her first school pictures.  Her portrait and her class picture.  I remember during the first parent/teacher night when her teacher said that school pictures were becoming obsolete due to technology being so advanced nowadays.  I thought, “What?  Obsolete?  No way, I can’t wait to purchase her first package of school pictures, especially Kindergarten.”  My husband was able to take her to school today (Jury Duty calls), which is a treat for my daughter because I always take her.  I kissed her goodbye and said see you later.  With her special, dressy headband on her head, I reminded her to smile really big when the photographer told her to.  I can’t wait to see the results and let the school memories start forming.

Take good care all.  Until next time…

Schools closed…hello happy butterfly

Hello everybody!  Well, schools closed in observance of Yom Kippur and I asked my daughter what she wanted for lunch.  She replied so innocently, “A butterfly.”  She just melts my heart away.  🙂

Her butterfly is made of PBJ sandwich, mozzarella/cheddar cheese stick, one pickle cut in half, two chocolate chip morsels, and marshmallows from her cereal.

Take care all.  Until next time…

My daughter’s 1st day of Kindergarten!

Hello everybody!  I hope you guys are well.  I, on the other hand, am a basket FULL of emotions.  I’m happy, sad, proud, worried and extremely scared.  Why, you may ask?  Well my beautiful daughter just went to her 1st day of Kindergarten.  It was time for me to let her go into the real world and it was a daunting task to do.  I know I have to relax and just let life happen naturally.  But I also know that we live in a world that can be very, very cruel.

Yes, I’m a realist, but I’m going to do my best to focus on the positive and see the glass as “half full”.  Yadda, yadda, yadda.

My daughter woke up excited.  I made her breakfast, one of her favorites: chocolate chip pancakes with a side of sliced apples.  We put her uniform on, took pictures, and started our walk to school.  She, understandably, became heavy footed as we got closer to school.  I told her everything was going to be ok.  We were met with chaos, of course, at the entrance of the school’s cafeteria, but we were able to enter and find her class and teacher.  Then I looked at my daughter’s face and it was covered in pure sadness.  I hugged and kissed her.  I did my very best to put on a brave face, but honestly we were both on the verge of tears.  I reassured her that things were going to be ok, that she was a brave little girl, and that I was going to be there to pick her up, always.  I left her with the teacher and the other kids, looked at her one more time and mouthed “It’s ok,” turned around and left the building.  As soon as I saw my husband, who was outside with our two-year old daughter, I started to BAWL.  He hugged me and we walked home discussing how difficult, but necessary this new journey was, for all of us.  Good luck and may you learn a lot my sweet, little but brave girl.

Until next time…