Be A Good Mom

Psst!  Dad!  Did you know pancakes are only a penny?

We attended a local restaurant’s 30th anniversary celebration, where pancakes were only a  penny a piece, limit 30.  It was very crowded and the poor servers were frazzled, but it was fun.  I wondered why the kids were not more excited and then I realized that they never pay for their pancakes so the whole “1 cent” thing was just not hitting home.  But they thought the pancakes tasted good, so that was all that mattered.

Giggles had a few tiny ones.  She is VERY into eating grown up food.  She gets angry if we don’t give her any.   Its a bit early, but I must admit I am encouraging it.  I hate the baby food stage.

So, all in all, we had fun.  Luckily we beat some of the crowd.  I am not sure how many pancakes we ate, but I think it was about 18.  (our bill included drinks, so it was still $12).

I love this.

I think its funny.

If I were these guys parents, I would have laughed so hard I cried, or cried so hard I laughed.

Hoo!  That is funny.

I found this site which will help keep us all on path, by reminding (nagging us) via “semi-unpredictable” email messages. 

HassleMe

This is a good idea.  Often, I blind copy myself in on emails, so that it pops up fresh in my email again, reminding me to follow up on something.   With this free service, I could send myself reminders like:

• Hey!  Not everyone has a computer, but they still want to see pictures of the kids.  Send hardcopy photos to the old family folks who don’t read your blog.
• Are you flossing?
• When was the last time you told BAGD that he rocks?
• Today would be a good day to let Pookie ride his bike around the block at .000002 mph.
• Today would also be a good day to let Geetle take some photos and work on her scrapbook.  She loves that.
• Time to clean 6 kid ears!
• Are you remembering to say “yes” to the kids more?
• Why are you keeping that pile of clothes in the back of the closet?  Get rid of them!

I could go on and on.  I think I will set up a few. 

Surely you have taken your kids to the mall to play on those soft play grounds.  You’ve seen the signs out front.

No food

No drinks

No shoes

Socks Required!

Why?   I assure you that my children’s feet are among the cleanest parts of their bodies.  Are we worried about preschool athlete’s foot?  According to the Wikipedia, up to 15% of the population may have athletes foot.   The bacteria that cause athletes foot live in moist environments.  Ok.  But if the soft play structures are “moist” its because some other fluid leaked directly out of a kid, one way or another.  And I would be more worried about that fluid than I would be about the fact that it now created a moist environment that could harbor athletes foot bacteria.  Plus, having bare feet gives the kids better traction and reduces the injuries on the play equipment.

Geetle is old enough to read these picto-signs and knew that it said she must wear socks.  Having come to the mall in her crocs, she was worried that she could not join Pookie, who had worn more sensible shoes.  I told her it was OK.  She was then worried  that she would get in trouble.  I have not begun to explain the whole “when its OK to break some rules” thing yet, so I just said “its OK’ and pushed her through the gate.

This whole “Socks Required” thing is just a ploy to get us to buy a $5 pair of socks from the children’s apparel store that just HAPPENS to be located right next to the play area, I think.

But, once again, I am here on the Internet just trying to eductate myself.  So if you know what the big deal is, why they need to wear socks, please let me know.

I am concerned that Geetle is stressing herself out. She worries so much about Pookie. She tugs at his arm, telling him to come along, walk faster, watch out, etc. She gasps when he wanders 3 feet away at the grocery store and touches the canned goods. If he carries a toy or book into a store, she takes it from him, so he won’t lose it. She has always answered questions for him, but the rest of this is new.

Generally, Pookie is a good kid. He does not wander far, he does not get into trouble. He is a lolly-gagger, but what 5 year old boy doesn’t drag his feet at Wal-Mart? BAGD and I are trying to teach him independence and how to manage himself. Therefore, we keep the leash pretty slack. We make sure he stays with the group, but if he wants to look at the “Coke vs Diet Coke” SuperBowl display at the grocery store, we let him. He comes back. He behaves himself.

But, Geetle worries. She thinks he will get lost, or hurt, or in trouble. Her heart is in the right place, but I don’t want her to get too stressed out. We have never said anything about Pookie being “different” in front of Geetle. We never even say “Autism” here. We say “the big A”. But somehow she seems to have figured out that Pookie needs some support, although she is not sure how much. We see that she does it with Giggles too, so we know that it is just her altruistic tendencies coming through. She is our Little Mother.

Pookie, for his part, lets her do it. He listens to her when she tells him to put his shoes on. He will hand her his Capri Sun if he can’t get the straw to poke thru. But he also will tackle her when he wants to play. So, while he accepts that she is sometimes right, he knows she is a kid and technically not the boss of him.

When Pookie wandered over to the OREO display at Wal-Mart today, I told Geetle to take the day off, that I would worry about him for her. She giggled and grinned at me, so I think she knows that she should lighten up. I don’t mind her helping me watch him, because she is polite and tender when she does it. She never yells at him, she just grabs his hand or tells him to hurry up. And Pookie does not mind it. But I do not want her to get too stressed out. I know how stressful it is to be the parent of a boy with autism, and I do not want my 5 year old daughter to go through that.

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Hadn’t heard that one until last weekend.  Didn’t think I would need to hear it ever, but I did.

While in Peoria last weekend, we went with Great Uncle Jerry to see a big old farm house he was thinking about buying at auction.  Uncle Jerry is big in the Peoria real estate scene, so somehow he had a key to get inside.  We looked around; its a nice house.  Geetle and Pookie had fun running through all the empty rooms, standing in the closets, etc.  Its unoccupied and the water/power was turned off.

You see where I am going with this story, don’t you?

As we finished our tour, Pookie darted into the downstairs bathroom, lifted up the lid and started to pull down his pants.  But seeing there was no water in the bowl, he stopped.  I saw him, and yelled for BAGD…time to take him outside and teach him Man Skill #4…how to pee on a tree.   BAGD was anxious for this rite of passage and eagerly complied.  A few minutes later the rest of us wandered outside and saw BAGD and Pookie coming up from behind the shed.  BAGD was grinning.  How did it go, I asked.  Fine, he said.  Pee and Poop.

Poop?

Yes, poop.

To which Geetle assured us, “Don’t worry, everyone will just think its dog poop.”

They had the real estate auction a few days later and Uncle Jerry was the top bidder.  Sorry Uncle Jerry.  Pookie pooped in your yard.  But, if its any consolation, new Man Skill #4 really sunk in with Pookie.  Today, rather than stopping his games in the yard and running inside to go to the bathroom, Pookie attempted to pee on my evergreens.   Yay.  Good Job Pookie.   Heehee.

and one after she was all done eating playing,