It’s Not All Mary Poppins

Mortification

I know you guys say all sorts of complimentary things about me. One of you, you sweetie, actually called me the “gold standard” for caregivers. Which would have made me blush — if I ever blushed. (I never do; strange, since I have a very pale complexion for a brunette.) Not a few of you have very flatteringly rued the fact that you lived far, far away and couldn’t leave your child with me. It’s all very nice…

but you’re wrong.

There is no point in beating around the bush. I am just going to spit it right out. I am no paragon. I am not in the caregiver elite, and I am certainly not the Gold Standard.

Nope. As of right now, I am officially a deadbeat caregiver.

Really.

I have this great Mother’s Day craft I’ll be doing with the tots. I’ve done it in years past, and it’s always a hit. It’s cute, colourful, personal, and even a little bit practical. And the kids really do a goodly portion of the work. Not all: This is one of the rare ones that I actually “fix up” a bit when they’re done. It’s one I enjoy, AND it has a sort of companion Father’s Day gift, too, for next month.

And you, you lucky people, are going to get to see this thing in production, so that you, too, can make it. If not for yourselves (since most of you guys are gals), then for grammas. Wouldn’t that be nice? Step-by-step instructions, with pictures, and actually little pudgy dimpled hands doing the work? Wouldn’t that be CUTE?

And won’t the mommies just LOVE it?

Well, no, actually, because they’re NOT GOING TO GET IT.

Why not?

Because it takes about a week to complete, and I HAVEN’T STARTED IT YET, THAT’S WHY!

Why not?

BECAUSE I THOUGHT MOTHER’S DAY WAS NEXT WEEK!

I can’t even do some cute-but-quick craft tomorrow, because two of the tykes won’t be here tomorrow.

I screwed up Mother’s Day. I absolutely, totally screwed up Mother’s Day. What kind of a caregiver misses Mother’s Day?

A deadbeat one, that’s what kind.

I. Am. Mortified.

Ugh.

May 8, 2008 Posted by MaryP | Uncategorized | | 12 Comments

MotherTalk reviews: That Baby stuff

Packages are always very exciting.

“What’s in there, Mary? You gots a present?”

“Not a present, exactly. Some people sent me this” … I hold up a DVD… “and this…” a CD… “so that we can listen to them, and tell them what we think of it.”


“It’s music??

Music is good around here. We listen to music a lot, and we do not keep it to kidstuff. The kids are as likely to be groovin’ to Etta James as to Raffi, and though they’ve heard a fair amount of Haydn and Mozart here, the air in Mary’s house has never been polluted by the Wiggles. Blues, jazz, classical, folk, classic rock, alternative, even the occasional country and what my husband calls “head-banger” music. Depends on Mary’s mood, depends on the children.

Music is a tremendous mood-setter. If you want them calming down for a nap, you’ll choose chamber music over rowdy blues. You have a little energy to burn on a rainy day? Crank those blues and let the babies bop to Stevie Ray!

So, TWO music disks in ONE package? Someone DID send us a present!

Now, we have a slight problem. Mary does not own a television. Well, okay, technically I do. One. It has a 14-inch screen, and it’s in the attic. I watch it perhaps twice a year; the daycare tots never do.

Mary, however, does own a laptop!

And this is what happened when the DVD was on: children clustered around a screen, pointing and talking. Now, had I placed it so there was a larger open space in front of the screen, perhaps we’d have seen more movin’ and groovin’, I’m not sure. Whatever the reason, the DVD was the scene of much pointing and talking rather than bouncing and bopping.

Which is just fine, because the talk was some entertaining.

“Hey! There is George!” Nigel identifies his tow-headed older brother in one of the six-year-olds on the screen.
“And that is my MOMMY!” Malli offers, as an 8-year-old girl dances to “Brass in Pocket”.
“Lookit! Lookit, is ME!” Blond-haired, grey-eyed Anna is thrilled to see herself on the screen — in the form of a very cute little black boy just about her age.

Though this is very cute, I confess I prefer the effect of the CD on them. Deprived of the visuals, they don’t cluster and point, they dance. They whirl, they jump, they shriek with laughter. Much better.

There isn’t a song on the disks they don’t like. Me, I’m not fond of “Anything is Possible”. Far too preachy-earnest for my tastes, but the tots, they don’t care.

My favourite is probably the first: the “Happiness Runs/Circle Game” medley, in part because I like Joni Mitchell, and in part because I did enjoy the visuals on the DVD.

I found “Brass in Pocket” a little disconcerting at first, particularly the DVD version. I remember when this song was Top-40, and to my mind, it’s about sex. “Gonna use my arms, gonna use my legs…” And to see little children of 6 or 7 years olds mouthing those words was a bit unsettling. I didn’t like the way the first little girl danced, either.

After I watched it a couple of times, though, I changed my mind. The words, when sung through the minds and mouths of small children, are in fact perfectly all right for small children. They won’t be hearing any innuendo there: after all, kids do use their arms and legs … and smiles and laughter and play and teasing and mischief and whatever it takes … to get “some attention, attention, attention, give it to me!” What kid doesn’t want attention? Seen from that perspective, it’s a cute track.

I’m not raving about the disks. They’re nice. They have an interesting, eclectic mix of songs by a disparate range of writers. Would I have bought them myself, had they not been provided for the purposes of review?

Likely not. But then, I am cheap poor cheap. However, if you’re interested, enter the coupon code “MotherTalk” when purchasing and save 20% on your entire order! From now until May 18th, all orders using the coupon code “MotherTalk” will be entered in a drawing to win a new iPod nano. So there’s that.

May 7, 2008 Posted by MaryP | music | | 3 Comments

Lucky?

A woman approached the table where the tots and I sat in our neighbourhood coffee shop. I’m sipping a latte, they are munching on blueberry muffins. We are chatting together, the six of us.

“Are they all yours?”

You’d be astonished how often I get asked. Two three-year-olds and three two-year-olds? My poor, weary womb…

“No, it’s a daycare. We’re all friends!”

“Are they always this well-behaved?” Since they are doing nothing out of the ordinary, the only answer I can give is a straightforward,

“Yes.”

“Wow! You’re so lucky.”

We’re at a park. There are three play areas in this park, and my five are playing in an around the one containing a playhouse. They are making birthday cakes and singing “Happy Birthday” as they present buckets filled with sand and sticks (aka candles) to each other. It is very cute.

Another woman, mother of busy 15-month-old, comments, “Look at them all playing together. Do they always stay together like that?”

“Pretty much.”

“You’re so lucky!”

I get that a lot. I take five toddlers to a coffee shop, we stay for 25 minutes, with everyone staying in their chairs, waiting for their food, saying “please” and “thank you”, and not being disruptively loud — and that’s luck?

I have five two- and three-year-olds in a park, and they play co-operatively together, staying within a clearly defined area — and that’s luck?

Thanks a helluva lot.

I’m aware that there is a reluctance on the part of many mothers to take credit for their child’s good behaviour. I can only speculate why. I wonder if it’s a form of inverse political correctness: if I take credit for my child’s good behaviour, that means a parent with poorly-behaved children must take the blame for that. We see this as unfair, I guess. And, yes: there are those children who, given the best, most loving, wise and sensible of parents, still end up rebellious, defiant, rude, unkind. Children who cause their parents no end of grief. It happens. Life’s unfair like that. But is that the norm? I don’t think so.

And does that mean that you should not take credit for the good behaviour that is the result of days and weeks and months and years of careful, consistent, reasoned, diligent effort? Why is it that women, who are so willing to accept blame and guilt for every quirk of their children’s behaviour, are so reluctant to accept the credit for the good stuff? My three kids are a constant source of pride to me: because they are marvellous people in their own right — but also because they are (in part, though not entirely, of course) a credit to my parenting.

Yes, they are.

And the fact that I am able to take five or six toddlers all over this city, that we can frequent coffee shops and busses and art galleries and museums, and have nary a tantrum or hissy fit (well, maybe three a year) … this is luck? That I’ve been doing it for twelve or so years, with dozens of children, who are all pretty uniformly well-behaved?

I’m just so lucky.

Anyone can be an effective parent. All it takes is a little luck!

May 6, 2008 Posted by MaryP | behavioural stuff, manners, outings, parenting, socializing | | 17 Comments

On your marks, get set … READ

Kat finished her first book of the binge at three this morning, making her the woman to beat. (Not surprising, given her performance on last year’s Book Binge.)

I have up-up-updated the list of participants. If you don’t see your name there, or if your link is missing or malfunctioning, please let me know in the comments! And if you want to sign up now, of course you may. There is never a bad time to start reading. My life is one long book binge.

(I always type that “Book Bings”, then have to go back and correct. If it slips now and then, it’s either because I didn’t notice or didn’t care. You may point it out to me, if you like, but don’t be upset if it was a “what the hell” moment, and I don’t fix it…)

Today the tots and I will be going … to the library!! Yes, indeed. Because I, you see, have a list of books from last year’s binge that I didn’t get to. I do, it’s scratched on a scrap of paper that I found in the Book Basket in the living room, and then I put it … I put it …

Damn! I put it “somewhere safe”. Now I’ll never find it!

That’s okay, though: I have a couple of neighbours who, discovering that I absolutely devour books, have taken to wandering across the street with literary hand-me-downs. (Have I said before how much I love my neighbourhood??)

So at the moment I am well into Jodi Picoult’s Second Glance, and I have two more by different authors at my elbow. And that’s before even getting to the library!! Woo! Which is just as well, really, since I will be visiting the adult section with four toddlers in tow. They are very well-behaved toddlers, but they are toddlers. My window of browsing is seven minutes, max.

We’ll see what an episode of “speed browsing” puts in my reading shopping cart.

May 5, 2008 Posted by MaryP | books | | 8 Comments

Book Binge Starts Monday - updated list of participants

So the Second Annual (who knew it was going to become an annual event?) Book Binge starts on Monday, and here is the list of participants, so far. (If you want to be included, just grab a button from here, and leave a note in the comments below.)

Alison
Alison (2!)
AlisonWonderland
Amy
Anne Florezano
Baroness von Bloggenschtern
Beth
Bethany
blbooks
Bookmama
Bridgett
chainletters
Cheryl
Corinne
Dash
Dani
divagirlrn
Florinda
Girlsgood
Hey bartender
J.Kaye
Jaimie
Jan in Edmonds
Janiejane
Jeannette
Jennyellen
Jinxed
JLS Hall
Josette
Juli (Can I borrow your book?)
Kara
Karin
Kat
Katherine
Kim in Ohio
Kim (page-after-page)
KittyCat
Kristen
KTP
Lar
Lena
Lisa
Literary Feline
Lori
luckyzmom
Marcia
Melody
Michelle
Mike F
MizB
MoTB
Ms. Huis
Mrs. S
Natasha
Nicole
Prats
purplemoonmyst
Ramya
S
Serena
Snowbirds
Susan Helene Gottfried
SusanW
Suzi
Sylvie Madeleine
Tanabata
Three-legged Cat
tin cc-ong
Traci
Veronica
Wendy
Whitney
Z
Zayna

There! That’s the list so far, but you can sign up at any time. You can sign up on May 30, if you really think it’ll be worth your while …

If there’s anyone I’ve missed, please let me know!

May 2, 2008 Posted by MaryP | books | | 36 Comments

Lazy post from loserpants blogger

I am scrambling a bit to keep up with the posting this week, (because I have been blogging here, here, and here) but for your entertainment today, here are two posts which had me holding my aching stomach, tears running down my face.

Gwendomama shows us a piece of children’s art, and Mir’s inimitable Monkey has been studying Shakespeare lately.

Hey, there’s a theme here! These are both examples of children’s art: one sculptural/visual, one literary!

And if they don’t make you laugh, well, you’re just a loserpants.

May 1, 2008 Posted by MaryP | Uncategorized | | 1 Comment

Reality is in the eye of the beholder

“Mary! Mary, Nigel is taking my teddy’s bear’s blanket!”

They all have a bear-in-a-bag, so there is no reason for someone to take someone else’s. Malli is not distressed. She is p’d right o. I launch into the practiced pattern, the brilliance born of inertia.

“Did you tell him that was yours?”

“Yes.”

“Did you give him a different one to play with?”

“He only wants MINE!”

Well, that’s a problem. I meander over casually to investigate. Timmy has a bear-in-a-bag, Anna has her bear, who is covered by his teddy-bag turned blanket, Emily is sitting on her bear in its bag, and Nigel? Nigel appears to be playing with the blocks, his bear lying to one side on the kitchen floor.

“Nigel, you don’t play with my bear’s blanket!” Malli stands before him, small fists planted on her skinny hips. “That’s MY bear’s blanket!”

Nigel looks up from his construction, about as confused as me. He is building with blocks. Anna’s pink teddy bag lies on the floor at her feet.

“Malli, I don’t understand. Nigel is playing with the blocks. He is not playing with any of the blankets.”

“He is taking my teddy bear’s blanket!”

“No, he’s not. Your teddy bear blanket is right there.” I point to the extra one, lying, empty, on the floor. Empty, because Malli’s teddy is, unaccountably, sitting in the large bin of blocks, half-buried under the heap. Doesn’t look like she’s playing with it at all. Her blanket’s on the floor, her teddy’s buried under a …

Ah. The light dawns.

Her teddy’s buried under a veritable blanket of blocks. Nigel reaches into the bin for another block.

“SEE? HE’S TAKING MY TEDDY BEAR’S BLANKET!!!”

The wonders of imagination, huh?

April 30, 2008 Posted by MaryP | Malli, Nigel | | 1 Comment

Book Binge is Back!

Some of you have asked about last year’s Book Binge, and wondered if I were hosting it again. And I said to myself, “What a great idea! I think I shall host a Book Binge again!”

Here’s how it goes: For the month of May, participants keep track of each and every book you read. At the end of the month, everyone will blog their list of books. Simple, no?

For simplicity’s sake, and to allow people time to hear about it and sign up if they want, we’ll start on Monday, May 5th. We will all publish our lists on June 1.

Other rules:

- You can include books you re-read, so long as you re-read them in between May 5 and 31.
- You may also include books you start but don’t finish, just note the page at which you gave it up. Something like, “Quit, page 47 of 322″.
- You may only include books you read aloud to your children if they are at least 125 pages long.
- Students may include textbooks (if they’re at least 100 pages long).
- Unless you have a visual impairment which precludes you from reading print books (in which case, it’s unlikely you read blogs), you may not count recorded books.

If you would like to participate, leave a note in the comments. On Friday, I’ll post a list of links to all participants.

AND, for all you lucky participants, we have these lovely blog buttons! There’s a small and a medium version. All you have to do is copy and paste the the following code into your sidebar or post.

For SMALL (125 pixels wide, suitable for a sidebar),

 
Copy and paste this code:
<a href="http://daycaredaze.wordpress.com/2008/04/29/book-binge-is-back"> <img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/437987938_6611104e47_o.jpg" alt="book binge" /></a>

For MEDIUM (240 pixels wide; your text will wrap to the right of the image),

 

Copy and paste this code:
<a href="http://daycaredaze.wordpress.com/2008/04/29/book-binge-is-back/"> <img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/437987932_48710a408c_m.jpg" style="margin: 0 10px 10px 0; float:left" alt="book binge" border="0" /></a>

(And if you, like me, are in awe at the way I have CODE on the blog, without it turning into the button and ‘vanishing’ the code, I can’t take the credit. This bit of playing with the browser’s head was devised by my devious sweetie. Isn’t he just so smart???)

I hope you’ll all join me. I’m pretty sure my list this year will be shorter than last year’s — but who know? I may surprise myself! Here’s hoping some of you surprise your own selves, too!

April 29, 2008 Posted by MaryP | books | | 64 Comments

I’m pooped out. But hopeful.

Poop, poop, poop. It’s all about poop at Mary’s these days.

Despite earlier enthusiasm, Timmy seems to have no interest in toilet training at the moment, and Emily has never had any. So the status is two in diapers, two out, one in and out.

Anna, you see, is half there: she’ll poop in the potty, but has no idea about the pee. None. When the weather is a little warmer… like it was last week (26C/82F), like it will be next week, right after we’re done with the SNOW that’s forecast for tomorrow… when it’s a little warmer, I’ll just have the child go bare on the bottom for a day or two, see if the penny drops. Or, in the words of my gran, if she’ll spend that penny where it belongs…

And today? If there were fans here, there’d be shit everywhere. Good lord. Timmy spent the morning squeezing out the most malevolant teeny balls of malodorous atmospheric poison known to man. And sticky?!? Each one had to be scoured off his skinny butt.

I poured a half-cup of prune juice into him. Ten minutes later he had an enormous poop. E-nor-mous. Since it was far too soon to be the result of the prune juice, it seems I may have been precipitous. I now await further bowel mayhem with no little degree of consternation. Ugh.

Then Anna did one in the potty. Easier to clean up, no less odiferous.

“What did you guys eat all weekend?” I gasp through the fumes. “Good lord.”

Nigel has been told not to flush the toilet. His parents do not approve: they want the standards to be consistent, so he’ll remember to flush at home. Tough. With the number of toddlers in my home, soon to be out of diapers? Each of them producing a two-tablespoon pee every hour? And each of them flushing whatever our OLD toilet flushes? Probably an obscene amount of water.

Do I want to be responsible for flushing hundreds of excess gallons every week? No, I do not. It’s environmentally reprehensible. I doubt I could afford it, anyway.

Not that consistency has ever worked between his environments, anyway. He sleeps like a dream here; he rarely does there. He drinks gallons of water at home, and has to be encouraged to drink here. He eats all his veggies here; he’s very picky at home. The list goes on. So why they think that what he does or doesn’t do here would have any bearing on what happens at home is a mystery…

Besides, all they have to do is tell him firmly NOT to flush. He’s so contrary with them, the little bugger would be sure to flush conscientiously every.single.time if he thought they didn’t want him to.

So Nigel does NOT flush at Mary’s. I guess I’m a little contrary, too.

Anna awakes from her nap with a very large, very wet, very stinky poop. I think that brings the tally today up to nine. From two children. (Another good reason for the non-flush policy: because I do not accompany the tots on every single two-tablespoon trip up the stairs, I am not always immediately aware when something of substance has been produced. A quick glance in the bowl gives me all the info I need. And more.)

Today the junior brigade out-pooped the senior at a rate of … well, they produced infinitely more, since the olders produced nothing. (What did they eat all weekend?)

It is a bit raw out there: chill and damp. I am loathe to open windows. I am also loathe to subject anyone to the stench. Anyone walking through the door is going to be walloped with Eau de Porta-potty with their first breath. How embarrassing!

Then I consider: I’m so used to it, I can scarcely smell it any more. The next half-dozen people expected through that door are the parents. The progenitors of the producers of the noxious fumes. If they notice and are repelled, it will only serve to increase their gratitude for the services I render. “Thank God they got rid of all that shit at daycare!” Or it might make them feel guilty. (Guilty about poop? Weird, but it happens.)

Either way, it’s good for me. Appreciation, guilt? All equally promising. SOME parents, motivated by one or the other, have been known to surprise me with chocolates and flowers. Or gift certificates for spa treats.

Really.

I live in noisome hope.

April 28, 2008 Posted by MaryP | eeewww, health and safety, potty tales | | 11 Comments

The child is a genius

We are preparing to go out. (To the park! Because it’s SPRING!!! FINALLY!!!!!) Three tots, their shoes and sweaters on, sit side-by-side on the bottom step of the inside stairs. The fourth is getting his shoes on, and the fifth is descending the stairs, having had her precautionary pre-park pee.

Hearing the child approaching from behind, Emily, who is one of the three on the bottom step, stands up to allow descending child to pass.

Now, anyone who has not worked with toddlers would think that I was still setting the stage for my story. They would not realize they had just read the punch line. Let’s revisit that sentence, shall we?

Hearing the child approaching from behind, Emily, who is one of the three on the bottom step, stands up to allow descending child to pass.

Let me remind you all: Emily is two and a half. She has a) heard the child coming at her from behind, b) realized she is blocking their path c) decided to move out of the way — all spontaneously, without any adult direction whatsoever.

This is phenomenal. What is really, truly phenomenal about this is that she has never been told to do this. She just has the feel for common courtesy.

This is not to say the other children are wilfully rude. Well, yes, sometimes they are, of course. They are toddlers. (So, for that matter, is Emily. She does occasionally indulge in selfishness or willful rudness. When I say “occasional”, though, I do mean occasional. It’s really quite striking.) But mostly, they are typical toddlers, which is to say, largely oblivious of their impact on others, with occasional sparks of awareness.

This is not to say the other children don’t evidence positive behaviours, either. They do.

The thing is, with Emily, it’s innate. She just gets it. In a dozen little ways every single day, she evidences awareness, concern, consideration and empathy far and away above the capabilities of the average toddler.

The other children need to be taught this behaviour on a case-by-case basis. So I could explain to the other two on the step: “When someone is coming down the stairs, you need to stand up so they can get by. Otherwise, they will be stuck on the stairs.” It would have to be explained, and then it would have to be practiced.

Emily has never needed this explanation. Ever. She just does this stuff. In the couple of decades I’ve been working with children, I have never seen such a young child so naturally aware of others and considerate. (Heck, a lot of 9-year-olds wouldn’t think to shift themselves without their buddy saying “Hey! Yer in my way!”)

She was taught to say “please”, “thank you”, “excuse me”, and “sorry”, of course, just as were all the toddlers, both at my home and with their families. But Emily is the only one who can generalize: she gets the principle behind the behaviour and applies it wherever it’s required, virtually flawlessly. With the other children, if there’s a new nuance to the situation, if it’s not identical, or at least very, very similar to another situation they’ve enountered, they will need to have it explained anew, “This is a time to say ‘excuse me’, or ‘thank you’.” Not Emily.

She bumps into someone, “Excuse me!” I move to one side so she can get a toy from behind me. “Thank you.” Someone finishes a painting. “Oh, that is a very nice painting!” She tells others when they’ve done a good job, she encourages and excuses, she takes turns, she shares first, she offers to trade when she has something another child wants. She hugs a sad child, she claps for a happy child. All things that toddlers do do, of course — but not like this.

She also instructs the other children. “You hitted him and now he’s sad and you need to say ’sorry’ and give him a hug.” “He has the book now. You want to read it with him, or read another book?” At two years, five months old! This child is a social genius.

And when someone she can’t even see approaches, she anticipates their need and meets it. No fuss, no delay. She understands.

Amazing.

And when she had stood up to let Malli pass? Malli stole her seat.

Now that’s typical toddler behaviour.

April 24, 2008 Posted by MaryP | Emily, individuality, manners | | 11 Comments