By Jen | 8:52 PM
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The Summer Camp A-holes

Oh summer camp. I have such fond memories of thee. Old board games that are missing pieces, useless crafts, bored teenage counselors, sunburn and sweat.  Such fun. Sullivan started summer camp a few weeks ago and it has been a weird adjustment. Gone are his nice manners his preschool teachers tried so hard to instill and his sweet little voice.  What has emerged is an argumentative badger with no sense of self preservation and a healthy dose of fuck-you-attitude.

While some of Sully's friends are in summer camp with him, there are also a bunch of kids who are as old as 9.  Sullivan loves to be the center of attention and he craves the attention of people who he thinks are cool. These 8 and 9 year olds are currently in that group and friends, these kids are assholes. 

From the very first day, we could tell a difference. We played it up to just being overly tired. But here we are, three weeks in and its just gotten worse. The stories he brings home aren't any better. The new "friend" Logan is all we hear about. But we also hear about how Logan hits Sullivan in the face.  Or how Logan threw a ball at his groin.  Or how Logan pushed him down on the blacktop and gave Sullivan one hell of a banged up knee. That's when I kind of lost it. 

We tried talking about how real friends don't want to hurt you and will definitely not laugh when you are hurt but he just says Logan doesn't mean to do it.  I understand boys play a lot rougher than girls. Trust me, I have learned that the hard way. And Sullivan probably gives as good as he gets but he is really banged up right now.  The neurotic type-A part of me wants to step in and talk to his teachers and tell them to keep them away from each other but I realize that's probably not the best way. Obviously if he was crying or really hurt, I'd step in immediately but he comes home laughing and bruised.

So here's my question. What do you do if your kid's friend is an asshole? Do you just let it ride and try to curb the crap behavior at home or do you step in and say something?   

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By Jen | 8:46 PM
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What Are These Things?

Boys. Boys are weird. From the time they discover their genitals, it's all about the twig and berries (as Austin Powers said). Tonight in the bathroom, I almost peed my pants (thank you 38 week pregnant body). Here's a transcript. 

Sullivan: hey what are these things? <poke poke poke> They look like little cheeks. Like little penis cheeks. 

Mac & I: ::inaudible words due to laughter::

S: what? What's so funny? Are they cheeks or what? They're pretty jiggly. 

Me: Sullivan they're testicles. All boys have a penis and testicles. 

S: all boys? 

Me: all boys. 

S: why doesn't Rooney have any, then? He's a boy. 

Us: ::silence:: 

Me: good question. <distract with bubbles in bathtub> 

We'll tackle that topic later. 

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By Jen | 2:31 PM
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There Goes My Soul in Tiny Bits

In just 5.5 short weeks we are expecting our baby girl and we have entered chaos mode.  We are in the progress of finishing the basement to add an additional bedroom down there for my parents, whom often visit from out of town. The room they currently use is going to be baby girl's room. Drywall is up, it will be painted this weekend, then the flooring goes in. Hopefully after that we'll be able to move furniture downstairs and finally get the new nursery all set up.

In the meantime, I'm trying to do whatever possible to get things ready to go upstairs. And it meant that my library finally had to go.  I had been using the spare bedroom closet for my book storage and it was great. Sure I have a Nook but there has never been nor will ever be anything as comforting to me as a physical book in my hands.

Books are my escape. Whenever I get depressed or anxious or feel like I'm in a rut and yearn to leave everything and travel the world, books keep me sane. I can lose myself in someone else's world for a few hours and come back feeling refreshed. Some people do yoga or visit a spa. I read. I have lived a thousand different lives and traveled throughout the universe and through time all thanks to the creative genius of someone else.

In order to get baby girl's room ready, most of those books had to go. I only got rid of my novels that I have on my nook so it wasn't a complete clean out but it was enough. My mom and one of my good friends gave them good homes but I would be lying if I said I wasn't upset. Many of my books were very worn and very well loved.

My husband enjoys calling me a book nerd. I couldn't agree more.

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By Jen | 10:13 AM
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The Overly Dramatic Four Year Old

I'm not sure where Sullivan learned this but he's gotten super dramatic recently. Almost to the point of being passive aggressive.

For example, when he gets in trouble for anything small like hitting or not listening, he immediately starts into his drama.

"Fine, I guess you don't want me to be your kid anymore."
"I'll just never touch anyone again. No more hugs for you."
"I'll just leave and you can get a new kid."
"You never loved me anyway."

I know adults who do this and it drives me EFFING INSANE! I cannot stand it and have called more than one person a drama llama to their face when they've pulled this behavior. But I can't do that with my kid so what to do?

It is pretty close to the most annoying thing he's ever done, which is saying a lot. Usually we just tell him he made a bad choice and to try and be more careful and leave it at that. I've learned by now that he will not let it drop if you engage. DO NOT ENGAGE! I tell him once that it's not a big deal and to make better choices. After that I just tell him that it is done and we're moving on.

My kid. The Drama Llama.

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By Jen | 7:00 AM
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My Kid=Awesome

I always try to be as truthful as I can be with Sullivan. I may not give him all of the details but I really try to avoid little white lies as much as possible. He's four and questioning everything right now and last night was no exception.

He started asking me about "those things" on my chest.  As I started to explain how boys and girls bodies are different, he nonchalantly said "Well I'm made of metal and lightening."  :mic drop:  That's all that needs to be said. 

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By Jen | 4:17 PM
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Snow Day

So here we are....March 1 and we just got 8 inches of fresh fluffy snow. I don't know about you but I am so over this winter. It needs to be spring and it needs to happen now. I'm ready for greenery and warm breezes and everything that is not frozen and involves a windchill below freezing.

So today I dragged Sullivan away from Big Hero 6 and Tenkai Knights (:::shudder:::) and Mac out of the basement to go play outside and romp a bit.

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By Jen | 3:34 PM
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The Concern of a Big Brother

Well friends, I'm officially in the third trimester and pretty excited to meet this little girl. Sullivan is getting more and more excited even though he doesn't quite know WHAT to be excited about. He talks all the time about how he'll show her how to play sports and how to build the bat cave out of Legos but I'm getting that he thinks she'll come out and be almost the same size as him.  The only experience he has with babies is with the ones at his daycare which range from 9 months to one year.  The concept of a little bean wrapped up in a blanket that does nothing is completely foreign to him. So this may take some getting used to.

Earlier this week he asked me what the baby did "in there" (in the belly) for so long. I told him she was busy growing and growing so that she'll be healthy and happy when she comes out.

Sullivan: "Does she have any toys in there?"
Me: "nope. She's just kind of hanging out and practicing her rolls."
Sullivan: "Mom, that's not very nice of you. Maybe next time, you can put toys in there BEFORE the baby goes in. That would be a good choice."

Oh my sweet boy, there won't be a next time but that's a very nice thought.

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