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Werbecca has a name for Hayden

Several months ago, we taught Rebecca (or Werbecca, as Hayden says it) a sign for Hayden: patting her shoulder. She didn’t say much of anything back then, and we figured she might want to refer to (or tattle on) him every once in a while.

While we’re still teaching Rebecca lots of signs, we’re trying to encourage her to use her “words” more. For example, Pinky is probably one of her favorite things to sign about—she needs to know the whereabouts of her stuffed rabbit at all times. We taught her to tap her index finger on her chin to refer to Pinky (the sign for ‘red’; I figured the sign for pink was still a little challenging). If we ask her to “Say Pinky with your mouth!” she moves her finger up to tap on her lips.

Hardy har har, little girl.

About a week and a half ago, Rebecca finally found her voice—but not for Pinky. She started calling Hayden “Eee.” (Considering Hayden calls himself “Haydie” almost exclusively, it’s not that surprising.)

There is a drawback to this, however. She’s now rhymed all our names, and every hour or so she feels compelled to take roll: “Da-Dee? Da-Dee? Da-Dee? Mahmee? Eee? Eee?”

She’s also taken to referring to Nana as “Nanee”—which is exactly what Hayden called candy.

That’s pretty sweet 😉 .

What are your favorite new word stories?

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You won’t like this

Every time I get Hayden a banana, Rebecca claps her hands. “Meeee? Meeee?” she asks in her nasal little voice, jabbing a finger in her chest.

Rebecca doesn’t like bananas. (I started keeping a list of the foods she does like; there are about a dozen.) And yet every time I start peeling one, she wants it.

“You don’t like bananas,” I tell her.

“Meeee? Meeee?”

You won’t like it.”

She grins and signs please. (She’s even recently begun trying to say it, usually “pee” or “tee.”)

I know she doesn’t like bananas. Usually, it’s only been a day or two since the last time we went through this routine, so it’s not like she suddenly developed a taste for them. But still, I worry—what if maybe she would like bananas? What if my saying “You don’t like these” is just reinforcing her bias, and she would really like them if I just let her give them a chance?

So just in case, I usually cut off the very tip or just offer it to her. She’ll put her lips on it—no teeth or tongue anywhere near the questionable fruit—and then vehemently shake her head. “‘Ohhh, ‘ohhhh.” (How she says “no.”)

And tomorrow, she’ll probably want it again. I’ll probably give it to her again. Just in case.

Of course, Rebecca may be a little too young to learn that if you keep doing what you’re doing, you keep getting what you’re getting. Then again, maybe I am, too. Sometimes it seems like although I don’t like the way some things are in my life, I don’t want to make the effort to change them. I have just enough energy to whine about them 😉 .

What crazy things do your kids ask for? What do you (or your kids) keep trying even though you know you don’t like it?

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Parenting: you’re doing it wrong

Last week, I went to a great talk on parenting, with a lot of great advice on discipline and behavior. But then I had to come back to my home and implement it. And boy, am I not perfect. Here it is, just under a week later, and we’re back to the screamfest that so often seems to be our life.

I feel like we’re doing something wrong—beyond the screaming.

But for some things (getting your kids to clean up and stop tantruming and stop tantruming about cleaning up), it feels like there just is no right way.


This just makes me happy.

When do you feel like “ur doin it wrong”?

Picture from LOLcat.com

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The long-awaited day

About a year ago, I made a valiant attempt to amputate Hayden’s ear. (Apparently I haven’t discussed this on the blog before.) It started innocently enough: I was on the last snip of a pretty dang good haircut—”but man, why won’t these scissors close? Hayden, stop screaming, hold still, I’m almost—HOLY CRAP that’s your ear!!”

Yeah. Although the damage wasn’t nearly as severe as I’d feared (a bandaid was enough to patch him up physically), I figured his hysterical fear of haircuts was justified. Since then, I’ve made him endure a grand total of two haircuts (one by me and Ryan [and Aunt Brooke?] while Hayden screamed and we took turns restraining/hugging him—anybody have that footage?—and the other at a kid haircutting place which I didn’t witness but heard wasn’t too much better).

Last night, Ryan finally succeeded in convincing Hayden that not only did he need a haircut, but he could get one tonight.

By some miracle, he also convinced Hayden that the clippers tickle. Hayden giggled the whole time, and never ended up taking our offer of chocolate chips.

And now . . . I have regrets. But Hayden doesn’t!

I guess I liked him shaggy.


And not to leave Rebecca out: we pulled out the doll bed her late great-grandfather made. I figured since she walks around with babies or Pinky, cradling and shushing and lullabying them, she might like it.

This wasn’t what I meant by that:

(And yeah, that’s the entertainment center. She takes after her brother, apparently.)


How have you helped your kids overcome their fears?

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What makes a “good day”?

I can’t decide if today falls into the category of “good day” or “bad day” (so far). The biggest tantrum today was thrown by . . . me! (“I AM GIVING YOU EVERYTHING I CAN!!!”) I’m leaning toward good day (so far) since we’re all over it 😀 .

But hey, at least it’s better than the days I lock myself in my room to cry because I’m a failure as a mom. (Because I just screamed at a then-three-year-old that he should start picking out new parents because obviously we’re not any help to him. Yes, I know. The screaming is a problem.)

What do you think? What constitutes a “good day” for you? What’s your favorite “mommy tantrum”?

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Hayden’s Four!

It’s Hayden’s birthday! For someone who has talked about his birthday for six months, he’s not that excited. I told him he was four this morning and he said, “Wight now?”

When Rebecca got up, he told me to “Tell her what I have now.”

I correctly guessed he wanted me to tell her he was four. Hayden came to stand over her, and Rebecca grunted at him to go away, using her sign for “all done/all gone/no more.”

“See wants my fee years old back,” Hayden explained.

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Birthday boy needs a haircut


And to catch up with the kids:

Just a few of the inventions Hayden claims are in “his car” (the red Honda we haven’t driven in years, but still have):

  • wings, so it can fly to Nana
  • guns (that go “pew! pew!”)
  • a machine that makes purple monkeys with sad faces and happy faces
  • two ovens
  • [added later: bathtub]

Some words Hayden puts his personal spin on:
woo — you
wuze — use
Werbecca (still)
foon — spoon (and all other words beginning with sp-, sm-, etc.)
[added later: DVDV (“divvydivvy”) — DVD]

Words Rebecca can say (at 18 months, in the order she learned them as best I can remember):
des/dah (yes/yeah)
dat (that)
Dada (this was a long time before the next ones)
Mama, Nana, Papa
Beebe (baby, sometimes Pinky)
Deesa (Jesus)
oooh (no)
oosh (shoes or juice)
[added later: mmmmooowa (more, which came after Dada), boo’ (book), ba’/bap (bag), ba’ (ball), hi, bye]

Words Rebecca can sign:
more
shoes
cookie/treat
Jesus
milk
apple
cheese
Pinky
Hayden
baby
cracker
clean
no more/all gone/all done/FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY STOP CHANGING MY DIAPER!!!!
[added later: hi, byebye, please, thank you, bread, excuse me]

Body parts Rebecca knows:
Hair
Head
Eyes
Ears
Mouth
Nose
Chin
Tongue
Cheek
Neck
Knees (sometimes)
Feet
Toes
Fingers
Hands
Belly