What do you call it when you take a boiled egg out of it's shell?

by shaz on Friday, September 29, 2006 at 04:08 AM
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My 4 year old said to me this morning that he wanted to “hatch his own egg!”

Love Thursday's Brotherly Love & the colours.

by shaz on Thursday, September 28, 2006 at 04:07 AM
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Don’t forget about going pink for breast cancer awareness month in october.

For Love Thursday, here are my 3 boys in a rare moment where they all look like they really love one another.


My 2 year old (almost 2 and a half) does not know his colours yet! Yes, I know, I am sooo behind on this… So yesterday we were alone and I thought that I would focus on colours. I taught him orange, blue, and green. I was very proud. He was very proud.

When daddy came home, I wanted to show off, so I asked my son to name the colours of a few different objects (you know, only green or blue or orange ones), and he was perfect. I was feeling pretty good about my accomplishment, when, daddy asked “what colour is my hair?”... silence… “your head is round… like a circle… like a cookie…” said the 2 year old, with a big, proud, accomplished smile on his face!

How long does it take to change your baby's diaper?

by shaz on Tuesday, September 26, 2006 at 12:21 PM
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An increasingly looooooooong time, as he wriggles and wiggles, and raises his bum, and laughs with his brothers, and kicks his legs up, and turns away from me…

You know they're addicted when…

by shaz on Saturday, September 23, 2006 at 02:14 AM
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Your child comes stumbling into your room at the first sign of daylight, with eyes that are still almost closed, still sucking his thumb, and asks “can I play on your computer? or play on daddy’s computer?”

Ramadhan Mubarrak to all Muslims. And have a wonderful month to all others.

To my few, but loyal and special readers smile, thanks for sharing with me! My posts will be few during this time, I plan on doing just the love Thursdays and the Going Pink event.

Enjoy!

To be with brothers.

by shaz on Tuesday, September 19, 2006 at 08:19 PM
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My almost 4 year old has been in school for almost 3 weeks now. My 2 year old has been without his brother, his mentor, his hero, and his best friend. The baby has been without his biggest fan.

Its funny, the relationship of brothers, they are always fighting, the 2 year old is always crying because of acts of aggression by his older brother, yet still he is in tears every morning as the almost 4 year old leaves for school.

In the first days it was depressing at home, for me and for the other 2 boys (yes, even the baby). We missed him. His laughter, his constant chatter, his helpful nature, his screaming… (well, maybe not that part), it was extremely quiet and sad without him.

It was easier with only 2 kids, yet it was harder to be without him. Our balance was gone. Our routine only worked with him as a part of it.

My almost 2 year old has grown so accustomed to living in his brother’s shadow that now he is lost during the day. He doesn’t know what he should do. I try to do things with him, but it seems that I am not a good enough substitute for his brother!

When my eldest son walks in the door from school, the kindergartener is overjoyed. Totally ecstatic. And not even 1 minute later he is in tears because of something his brother did to him! Apparently it does not matter, because everyday is the same story!

The world of siblings is a weird, weird place! I know that when I was growing up, being the eldest, I would do really wicked things to my sister, like, locking her in the kitchen cupboard, or like, stealing all her toys, or like, ratting her out, and other things that I don’t remember, but am sure she does!

And yet, she followed me around like I was her queen (you might see a comment from her about that statement), she looked up to me, and I realize now that I was constantly threatened of her relationship with my parents, I mean she was the new kid and people usually like new things better, right? And being the eldest, I also felt like I had to take care of her, and correct her, like my parents did with me, and I felt like it was unfair when they punished me and not her, when it was obvious that she was the one at fault! Now, I can see this exact thing happening with my kids.

At least I have an excuse for the mistreatment now… obviously it was not my fault… I mean what is an eldest child to do?

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