Saturday, April 25, 2015

Acronym

Julia:  Daddy dropped the can on my head and it really hurt a long time ago.  I was like "Owwww!"

Riley:  I didn't know what had happened!  I was like "what?!"  And then Dad took you to the ESP or something.

Me:  The ER?

Riley:  Oh yeah - that.

Tennessee Funeral

The memorial service for my Grandpa and Dosh is today.  My parents and Dad's family are in Tennessee remembering them and spending time with family.  My mom called this morning to share some stories (aka: funny Tennessee relative stories).  We love y'all... :)

1.  My Grandpa wore a toupee for years.  He actually had four of them and each one was styled just a little different.  There was one that was new and so they asked my Dad to put it on.  Which he did. The picture says it all... (Will have to download it later)

2.  There was much confusion as to the time of the memorial service.  Dosh's two daughters had posted information about the service.  One listed the time being from 1pm-3pm and the other listed the time as 2pm - 4pm.  My dad called one of them to clarify when they needed to be there and what time everything would be happening.  She told him the service was from 2-4pm.  He asked why the other daughter had posted that it was from 1-3pm.  She said that it's because the time zone changes in the area of town where the other daughter lives.  So she wrote down her time zone time so that her friends would know what time to be there on their time even though it's not in their time zone.  Confused the family, but hopefully helped the friends.

3.  For years Dosh has talked about her relative Dale.  Both my Dad and Dale are giving eulogies at the service.  However, when they looked at the program it listed Del.  My parents were like "Who is Del?  I thought Dale was giving it?"  Turns out that his name is Del and pronounced Del.  But with the southern drawl, they end up saying that his name is Dale.


Sunday, April 19, 2015

Sleepover at Gma and Gpa

Julia slept over my parents house last night.  She was quite the character.

Grandpa:  Jules, are you going to help me clean my pool?
Julia:  No.
Grandpa:  Why not?
Julia:  That's your responsibility.

Grandma:  Julia, you're really good at puzzles.
Julia:  Just doing my job!

Monday, April 13, 2015

Fits

Julia has been the queen of fits in the mornings.  It's been exhausting for all of us including her.  I talked with Ed (my forever counselor friend whom I couldn't do life without) and her main conclusion was that Julia needed more sleep.  Once we tried that, then we could try a few other tactics in helping with coping.

Sure enough - she was right.  As always!

We have been getting Jules to bed much earlier.  9:30 - 10:00pm was much too late.  Lest you judge... I used to judge parents who couldn't get their kids to sleep early and make bedtime a priority.  Until we had two kids along with juggling full-time, part-time and other-time jobs.  And Grad School and kid activities after school.  We're honestly doing the best we can.  But we had to start making bedtime a larger priority for her sanity and ours.

(As I'm writing this, the girls are getting ready for bed, Jeremy's cleaning the kitchen, we just finished eating dinner and I finished six piano lessons at 7:30pm... so we're a little late tonight.)

Each morning consisted of waking her up and immediate screams of "I don't want to go to school!" followed by floppy bodies, yelling that every piece of clothing is uncomfortable while ripping off every item that was put on as calmly as possible while holding her in various positions that wouldn't hurt her.  It came to a huge conflict last week when she was finally all dressed and put into the car while we got the rest of the things loaded.

I went in to get bags and came back out to find a five-year old who was completely and totally naked sitting in her carseat with clothing and shoes strewn about the back of the car.  I looked at her and buckled her in.  Butt naked.  I'd already fought long and hard to get her dressed several times.  It wasn't worth the fight and we were twenty minutes late.  If naked is how she wanted it, then naked it would be.

We drove about two streets down in our sub when Riley said something which wasn't mean or hateful and Julia lashed out at her with scratching, screaming, hitting.  I turned the car around and brought her back to the house as Riley was crying and I wanted to make it clear that she would not treat her sister in this way.  No matter how mad she was.

Julia was angry to say the least.  I carried her inside.  Wooden spoon became her least favorite friend - gently on the bum but enough for her to understand that her reaction was not appropriate.  Chose to dress her as she wasn't fighting us anymore and was more sad than revengeful.

Got in the car.  Immediately shoes came off again.  And socks.

Made it to her school.  Put back on the shoes and walked into the school.  As soon as we hit the hallway, she took off her shoes and threw them at me - hitting me with them.  I calmly picked them up and told her that her behavior was not appropriate.  I handed the shoes to her teacher and apologized while letting her know that we'd had a rough morning, but that Julia was going to have a wonderful rest of the day.

Julia clung to me as I had to let her go while hearing her yell "Mommmmyyyyyyy!  Mommmmmmmyyyy!"  repeatedly.  There is nothing more that will rip your entire heart out of your chest than choosing to walk away from your child who is completely and utterly heartbroken.  Yet you know that she will be fine within minutes of you leaving.

When I picked her up that day, she was happy, tired and clingy.  We had some sweet cuddles.

Sleep was an obvious fix, but so difficult to implement in our busy scheduled lives.  But vital.  It's our biggest priority at the moment - even if we don't get it right every night.

This morning was the first time in weeks that Julia didn't throw even a hint of a fit.  She was pleasant, kind and well-rested.  After she dressed herself, she told me "I felt a fit in my tummy coming up because my shirt was hurting but I told the fit 'NO! You are not coming up!'  And then it was fine."



Other tips that were recommended via Ed for helping Julia with calming her when she's in a state of difficulty:

Deep Breathing Video with Elmo

LISD Elementary Art Show

Riley's "Longhorn Skull" piece was chosen to be displayed at the LISD Elementary Art Show at the MCL Theater in Lewisville.  She did a beautiful job on it.

When she brought the letter home, I asked if she had anything she wanted to show me.  She told me she just had a stupid paper.  I asked her what it was about.  She explained that it was dumb and not a big deal at all.  That her artwork was going on a wall.

She was confused and was thinking that her artwork was going to be put up on one of our school walls like Ms. Martin does all the time.  Riley said it wasn't anything special.

I explained more about the Art Show and what an honor it was to be chosen as one of the displays. She perked up the more that I explained and was thrilled to have her artwork shown.

We went to the Opening Night of the Art Show.  It was amazing to see all that the students create throughout their art classes in the district.  We're so incredibly proud of our girl and her amazing giftedness in the arts.

Where to Begin

I'm having a very hard time keeping up with the humorous moments of our girls and actually blogging about them.  One recent car ride produced this conversation:

Riley: I told you you don't know everything.

Julia: (putting her hand on her hip) But I know everything else.



On the car ride home, Riley decided to share her future career with us.  She has the best of intentions in her desire to help rid the world of terrible substances.  I love her heart.

Riley: When I grow up, I want to be a drug dealer. Then I can sell drugs to people without nicotine so that people will stop having the drugs with nicotine and stop.  Or I could be president and make it so no one can do drugs or they will go to jail.



There have been other sweet conversations as well.  One with Julia happened during bedtime.

Julia:  Did you know that Jesus is taller than Dad?

Me:  How do you know?

Julia: Jesus is older!  I think he's twelve fifty-eight. And his back side is yellow.

Me:  How do you know?

Julia:  hmmm - I just know!



Later that night I prayed and Julia interrupted me.

Julia:  Why'd you say thank you to Jesus for dying on the cross?

Me:  Because He died for us so we could be forgiven.

Julia:  I want to die so I can be with Jesus and Grandpa Mo.  I miss Grandpa Mo.  I feel him in my heart.  With Jesus.  Just Jesus and Grandpa Mo in my heart.