Sports

Koo is showing some coordination in the sports area. He can connect 90% of the time when playing baseball with myself or Eric. He is getting his little stance and enjoys playing. The only problem with letting him play with others is obvious-he may use the bat for thuggish reasons. I don't know what to do about his hitting, scratching, and pushing.

This year, S.E.'s swimming has been coming along nicely. In today's swim lesson, he was able to swim to the teacher a bit without any help. I believe the swim lessons are making a difference in addition to him being more confident because he is understanding the whole being in the water thing.

scratch your heart out...

Koo has developed a very bad habit of scratching his brother when he is frustrated. I have tried almost everything: time outs, take favorite blankie away, spank, talk, isolation. Nothing seems to work and today when he did it-I decided I wasn't going to be an example insanity on this issue (doing same thing over and over thinking I'll get a different result).

So, I very calmly got a towel and made Koo sit down and scratch his heart out. He had to KEEP SCRATCHING. Once he was tired of scratching, I made him put his tennis shoes on and run around the outside of our home. He crying and carrying on about how he didn't want to scratch anymore and that he couldn't run. Upset and tired, once he calmed down, I hugged him and talked to him about not scratching S.E. and how this is not how we deal with being mad or not getting his way. Then I outline how this will be even longer if he chooses to scratch his brother again. I hope this works for a spell. I have so much to learn and I am just getting older and lazier.

Get in my belly

Me: "S.E. you are getting too big, can you be a baby again?"
S.E.: "Sure mom, I will get a machine and shrink down and you can cut your tummy up and put me in there."
Me: "Okay."
S.E.: "Mom, can I bring my Transformer too?"

He is getting so big and he has been growing-I am so grateful to have gotten to stay home to watch them grow. Too fast.

Counting my blessings

So I've been in a funky mood for the past month or so and have not been inspired to appreciate how much I have in my life. It's time for a reality check of all my blessings instead of my short-comings.

• I'm in the best shape of my life
• I have the most wonderful husband
• My kids are delicious and I am thankful to have two of the most healthy boys
• I have a home and don't have to worry too much about what's going on with the recession
• I have health insurance
• I have great friends
• I have my eyesight so I can read lots and lots of books
• I love cooking
• I keep on trying to do better

Sometimes when I am feeling depressed, my insecurities really take hold and I can't find my way out for days. I think these are normal feelings but I really don't like them. As cheesy as the list above is-I need to see it in writing to help me get out of my pity party.

Boys in School!!!

I can't believe Koo and S.E. started Preschool this week and I haven't blogged about it. I was very happy to see them so excited to attend school because it gives them a chance to get away from me. I haven't been the best project/activities mom lately so having them in classrooms where they get to paint, sing, dance, and read to frequently-they are in heaven. The boys play so much better when they've had a break from each other. Don't we all?

I bit of me is sad to see how big the boys are getting. I'm mixed up about having time to myself. I don't know how to deal with it yet-I run around and get all the errands I can accomplish in the two hours I hav done so I can just be home with the boys. I need to get a better schedule with working out and work around the house while they are gone.

Sick, sick, sick...part 2

We are still sick. I have one day of feeling normal and it gets taken away by the return of body aches and chills, queasy stomach, lethargic, and now Koo is starting to exhibit symptoms. Mr. Uber virus, you've made your point-you are all powerful. I concede. Please go away.

sick, sick, sick

The itty bitty bug caught me and took me down hard this past week. I am finally recovering although my voice has not fully returned. This is the second consecutive September where I have been in bad health. Last year, I stepped on a piece of wicker basket and infected my left foot to the point that I was laid up on the couch for a week.

This year, as I reocver from this flu and eating everything, I get a little sad. I hate the beginning of school and now that the boys are going to start next week at preschool-I get anxious like I'm the one starting school. It really never ends huh? How cruel that we finally celebrate no more school, just to be pulled back in by my kids going to school.

I have to be honest and admit I have not been a good parent for a good month now. I have had little patience and have not been finding joy in parenting. My heart is out of the game and I am worn down by the monotony and frustration that comes with trying to not lose my cool when the %$#@ hits the fan (which happens every 30 minutes). In the past, I would go seek out books or call friends to help me get out of this funk, but frankly I don't care right now. Calgone, take me away.

All this ho-hum attitude I hope is from my weakened immune system and frail muddled mind. Hopefully, my cup will be half full again soon and I can begin to appreciate my kids for what they are-kids.