Wendy’s observations on life at age four

You miss a lot when you don’t listen to your little kids ruminations.  Out of the blue, Wendy started telling us strange characteristics of “English people” that she made up, such as, “English people use brown toothpaste.  They don’t wear any nail polish unless it’s purple.  English people don’t have any belly buttons and they have two thumbs on each hand.  When English babies need a new  diaper, they change them twice.  They don’t have toys.  They don’t sleep or read books.  Finally, she said, English people don’t have eyeballs,  but on that one she was kidding.”  We had English friends, but she didn’t meet them until she was five and we visited them in England.

A few weeks after her thoughts on the English,  she asked her Dad if his boss at Steelcase  was married?   Bob said, “no.”  She replied, “Then he can sleep on both  sides of his two person bed, or he could use one side for taking a nap and one side for sleeping at night.”  So funny-

My mother lived us when Wendy was little and they would read books together most mornings on Grandma’s bed.  One morning after Wendy had learned to write her name, she “wrote” a note to Grandma but it  was all scribbles.  She gave it to Grandma, then turned it around “because it was upside down.”  Grandma said, “Read it to me”  Wendy said in an exasperated way, “I can’t read.”  ha  Like her siblings,   she is very entertaining.

As an adult, twice Wendy has made me “a heart attack” such as the one pictured above.  She cuts out and decorates paper hearts, glues them to popsicle  sticks and plants them in the  ground to surprise me.  I love it!

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How we learned a puppy can be more work than a baby

When Tommy was two, I think my hormones were making me crazier than normal.  I took him and Wendy to the pet store, an outing they always enjoyed and was overcome with maternal desires.  I called Bob at work and told him we needed to get a puppy or have another baby.  We knew nothing about dogs but he was sure we had enough children (4).  He reluctantly agreed to the puppy.  I spent $700.00 which we couldn’t afford but was less than  the cost of a baby.  It turned out to be a disastrous and expensive mistake.  It was Valentine’s day, so I named the black , 6 week old Cock-a-poo, “Valentine.”  So I always remember her at this time of year.  What I now know and can share, is that it is not a good idea to bring a puppy into a big family suddenly as the “family pet.”  It should belong to one person who will take the main responsibility for it.

The first month, we kept her in the house where she peed and pooped everywhere and chewed up everything  she found.  The kids liked her but she was so active, none of them wanted to play with her.  We were all so clueless about how to take care of her.  We had her in the back yard daily, but she dug up all the plants, chewed the straps  off the patio furniture and ate the kids’ toys.  She dug under the fence three times and made a big hole in the screen door that she could escape out of.  Bob was kept so busy nailing boards to the bottom of the fence, replacing the screen and building a gate at the back door and spending more money we didn’t have, that he was uncharacteristically grouchy everyday.  The kids quit playing in the back yard because of the poop and holes everywhere.  We borrowed a big dog house from a friend but Bob had to take one of the gates down to get it into the yard.  I felt so sad whenever I  looked into Valentine’s sweet eyes because nobody would give her any attention.  Tommy was scared to death of her because she would jump all over him and bite his clothes.  I kept threatening the kids that if they didn’t play with her and clean up after her, I would take her to the  animal shelter.  One day, when she was 2 months old, I did.  I had to pay them $60.00 for board.  No one missed her for six hours after I got home.  When they did and I told them where she was, the only one who reacted was Leona.  She cried for several hours because she felt so guilty.  However, starting the next day, nobody ever mentioned or missed her again.  My credibility went up for a long time.  The best thing was that the second day, the shelter called me and said a woman came in who have been looking at every animal shelter in Orange County for a dog like that.  She was so thrilled and was moving to Colorado where she would have two acres for the dog to roam on.  The kids were so happy to have their yard back and we all learned that dogs require tons of attention and training.

As adults, Gib, Leona and Tom all got their own Pug puppies which they trained and loved and are still caring for.  Timing is everything.

 

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We are constantly teaching our children whether we know it or not

I have often been surprised by the things my children have learned when I didn’t  even realize they were    paying attention.  One night when Leona was 2 1/2, she and I were watching  an adventure show and the main characters were  escaping from “the bad guys” in a hot air balloon.  They were running out of fuel for the burner and one guy had a little radio and was calling, “Mayday” to anyone in the area.  I explained  to Leona that “Mayday” meant “help, they were in trouble.”  The next day, I was washing the dishes and I heard Leona calling, “Mayday, Mayday, help.”  She  was  climbing  on her table and got stuck.  I laughed to think she remembered my explanation and then used it at the right time.

At the same age, Leona liked watching “The Electric Company”and “Spiderman”  was part of the show.  His costume was like  a stocking over his head with his eyes showing but no mouth.  Leona would squint her eyes and shut her mouth tightly to make a Spiderman  face.  For this anecdote you need to know that whenever  she gets hurt, she wants an ice cube and a Bandaid  to make it feel better.   This started because I would give her an ice cube in a washcloth  to hold on the  injury and a Bandaid,  if needed.  Anyway,  one day, I was feeling tired and glum and slouching in my chair and Leona told me to sit  up straight, stop making a Spiderman  face and told Daddy to get me an ice cube and then I would feel better–so sweet.

I think this is funny because  it shows Leona was listening to grown-ups  at almost 3 but maybe not understanding what we were talking about.  We were visiting Grandma Tio and I asked Leona to pick up her toys.  She didn’t.  Later, Bob told her to pick up the toys and she replied sorrowfully,  “I’m sorry I can’t because  it’s not on my diet.”  I had been dieting that week.  That afternoon, we visited Grandma Charlotte and I wanted to relate the story.  Leona was there , so I tried spelling.  I said, “I asked Leona to pick up the ‘t-o-y-s’ but she said she couldn’t because it wasn’t on her ‘d-i-e-t.”  Leona piped up, “I couldn’t pick up the toys because it wasn’t on my diet”.   Such a character–

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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There is no such thing as one pet goldfish for a family and definitely not FREE

photo by Jessica Katherine

One year, the kids’ school had a spring carnival .   I made a cake for the “cake walk” and Leona  (age 10) worked in two game booths for her class.  Gib (age eight) represented his class in the “tug-of-war.”  Wendy was four and Tom  a baby.  The most popular game was to toss a ping pong ball into a table full of little fish bowls.  If the ball landed in a bowl, you won a goldfish.  Leona, Gib and Wendy each paid  50 cents for a throw and nobody won–to my relief.  However, the kid in the booth gave Wendy  a ticket for a free fish just for trying.  While she and Tommy and  I went to the line to choose a fish, Leona and Gib got in line to try to win  one before we went home.  It turned out they were selling the fish  for  only 25 cents each in the fish claiming line.  So, I told the kids to bring their money over there.  So-o-o  we wound up taking five fish home and a cake that Gib won in the cake walk.

Next, we had to go the the pet store and get goldfish food and two  fish bowls.  I had  one small bowl at home.  The kids were all thrilled with their new pets.  Wendy asked if hers could watch cartoons with her and it took her several days to understand she couldn’t  take it out of the water to play with.  The third day of fish ownership, Leona wanted  me to take everyone to the pet store to get things to decorate the fish bowls.  We all went to two stores.  Leona bought five more goldfish at 8 for $1.00.  She’d promised to buy Gib a fish if he did all of her chores that day  (she had just won $25.00 in a coloring contest).  Gib wanted to buy a pretty fish which cost more.  The  salesman told us you can’t mix tropical fish and goldfish in the same bowl.  But, he showed Gib an exotic goldfish for $3.00.  I advanced him his $2.50 allowance and he bought the fancy fish.  I felt I had to buy Wendy another fish too.  We now had 12 fish.  Leona bought herself another bowl, so  we had four bowls on the counter. Read more…

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A very interesting thing. . .

Tommy’s mischief was always done so sweetly,  I usually found it charming rather than crazy making.  Maybe by the time he came along, I had learned to take it in stride.  At four,  he  had become good with scissors.  Unlike Leona, he used them  for a tool rather than for art.  He cut the shoelaces off of his tennis shoes because he was tired of them coming untied,.  He cut all the hair off his “Troll” doll  and the straps off of his backpack.  He  and his friend, Ryan Maderic  cut holes in their  t-shirts.  When it’s done, it’s done.

At five, he loved going to the store with me (probably because I would get him a treat) .  One day at the market he said, “Mom, come and see this interesting thing!”  Then  he showed me an orange in the middle of the apples.  A minute later he  said, “Mommy come and see this interesting thing.”  It was on onion in the potatoes.  He was running around making food substitutions.    Marketing doesn’t have to be boring.

At that time,  we had  a toy store nearby and I took  Tommy there often.  I would let him pick out a truck or a game for under $3.00.   It kept us busy.  One day he was nagging me to go and I didn’t feel like it.  He said dramatically, “Well,  Mom, you know , toys is my life.”  I cracked up laughing and we went to the toy store.

Reviewing my notes on how all the kids  have been able to manipulate me,  I came across a page  from when Gib was 17   and pushing my buttons.  I complained to him , “You work me just like a puppet, don’t you, Gib?”  He smiled and replied, “Yes, Mom–only puppets are more complicated.” ha  I never had a chance of being the boss at home.

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Future chef–who knew?

I have always loved baking and cooking.  Bob and his two brothers loved cooking and barbecuing .   We also made 20 half gallon jugs of dill pickles  with extended family every summer.   We had fun including the kids in these tasks from early on.  I use to pull a chair up to the counter so the little ones could stand and add the ingredients to the bowl when I was baking.  When Gib was two, he  showed more interest than I could have imagined.  I thought we were both taking a nap, but I was sound asleep and he saw the chance to get into things unsupervised.  I was suddenly awakened  by the doorbell ringing.  On my dazed way to answer it,   I was horrified to see broken eggs all over the apartment!  I was exclaiming, “oh no, oh no” when I opened the door to a delivery man.  I told him my two year old son had  broken eggs all over the place.  He said he understood because he had a toddler at home and wished me luck.

First I laughed because it was so awful but was soon crying trying to clean up the gross slime.  There were four eggs on the kitchen floor, one in Leona’s lunch box, five on the floor in the kids’ bedroom and two eggs missing from the box of a dozen.   Gib had also pushed a chair up to the counter, as I’d taught him (ha) and taken the lids off the flour, pancake mix, jam and sugar.  He’d mixed them together in a cup.  He also opened the sunflower seeds and spilled them all around and left little fingerprints  in the butter.  I later found a broken egg in a cup and one under Leona’s bed.  When I was dealing with cleaning up the mess, I asked Gib if he was a “bad boy?”  He said, Ya, Mommy.”  I asked if he was sorry, and he said, “Ya, Mommy”  so cute I couldn’t stay mad.   Over the years, I was constantly  bewildered by  how much mischief happened right under my nose.    The  day after the egg incident,  Bob attached  a bungee cord   between the wall the   the handle of the refrigerator  door to  keep it closed.  Gib continued his interest in preparing food  into adulthood.  It never occurred to any of us that he could make a career out of it.  He became a professional chef when he was 21.

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Entrepreneurs are born not made

Leona has been figuring out  creative ways to earn money since she was five.  By then she had learned to cut with scissors really well.   One day she came up with the idea to draw things and cut them out for “paper dolls.”  She also made a boat from a paper plate with a pencil in it to hold a sail and glued two of her “people” on it.  The next day she made several more  things including Dracula, a bat, more people and a black cat.   At 8:30 a.m she and Gib and her friend Laura (5) were out on the sidewalk with the “paper dolls” all laid out and they were yelling, “Paper dolls for sale–anyone want to buy paper dolls for only one quarter?”  There were several workmen across the street doing a remodel and they were watching the kids.  I got embarrassed thinking they might come over and see what was for sale.  I called Leona in and told her the dolls would make nice presents but she shouldn’t sell them to strangers  because they wouldn’t appreciate them.  Also twenty-five cents was too much to ask.  I said she could ask for one cent.  She replied, “How about three nickels?”  She didn’t sell any but was kept busy all morning.

Later, she  loved to have lemonade stands and yard sales.  She also did chores for me to earn money.  My favorite enterprise was when, at around age 11,  she  supervised the neighborhood kids in making  carnival in our back yard and  then charged  them  to participate.  It wasn’t just her parents that she could always manipulate but everyone else too.  This ability has served he very well in negotiating.

Now she’s grown up to be self-employed.  As mentioned earlier, she designs websites, teaches blogging, does public relations and is at the forefront of anything to do with social media.  I really don’t speak her language but she patiently tries to interpret it for me.  She has her Masters Degree in Communication.    I am so proud of her.  In reading my notes  from when she was five, I wrote,  “One day last week, Leona stayed  home from school sick.  She was lying on the couch and I was in my room.  She called to me, sobbing, ‘When I finish Kindergarten, I’m dropping out of school.  I just can’t go through all those grades.’”  I am so glad she stuck it out.  It is daunting for anyone to look forward to twelve years of school plus college.

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Precocious Wendy

Wendy was very precocious from about age two.  She  had the same dry sense of humor as the rest of the family and always surprised us with her  witty comments.   She had a natural athletic ability from 12 mos. when she would climb to the top of our backyard climbing frame with perfect balance.   When she was three, she and her friend Sarah, four,  proved their good balance.  Bob and  Grandpa and I were in the kitchen having lunch when we heard a strange rhythmic noise coming from the front yard.  We went  to investigate and were horrified to see  the girls  jumping up and down on the roof of Grandma’s car as if it were a trampoline.  We got them safely down but never  found out how  or why they got up there. She was riding a two wheel bike  with the family for miles at a time when she was five and she was already a good roller skater by then.  I took her ice-skating for the first time when she was  five with Gib and his friend, Jeff.  The boys were ten.  It was also Jeff’s first time and he  skated over to tell me he had fallen down 18 times.  Wendy had only fallen down  four times and she said  dryly, “I guess I’m not as good at falling down as Jeff is.”  ha

The next day, she and her friend, Rochelle were playings dolls on her new bunk bed.  I heard Wendy say, “I’m tired, Rochelle and would like to take a nap.  Would you like to take a nap too?”  Rochelle said, “Yes, but not here because you have too many fleas ( from our  two cats).”  Wendy replied sweetly, “If you can just get to sleep,  you won’t even feel the fleas when they bite you.”

On another subject, I think this story is cute because Wendy teaches Sunday School now (as well as substitute teaching grades K-12 in  three school districts).   She was four and the two of us were talking in the car.  I asked her what she’d learned in Sunday School this week.  She said, “we had stories and one was about how God helped Moses feed a whole lot of people–as many as are in the whole world- with two fish and five potatoes.”  I asked, in my role as straight-man,  “How was he able  to do that?”  She said, seriously, “One kid brought his lunch–and bread and bird meat fell out of the sky.”   Later, when she told Grandma the story, she said, “It was the kid who bought is lunch who had the fish and potatoes.”  She apparently got the stories of Moses in the wilderness and Jesus feeding the multitudes mixed up.

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Boys play differently than girls–

I am so happy that I got to have girls (2) and boys (2).  Growing up, the only boys I  was friends with were my cousins.  I never realized how fundamentally different the sexes usually are until we had our first son, Gib.   Leona was like I was as a little girl.  She loved to be read to and could sit and color or play with her toys for extended periods of time.  Gib pretty much never cared about toys and did not enjoy sitting still for reading or art.

From early on, our son loved mechanical things.  His favorite game at 10 mos. was riding on the tank of my vacuum while I was using it.  That is also when he started climbing on everything , knocking things over and breaking things.  He helped me learn “things” aren’t important.  Once they’re gone, they’re gone and  I had fun replacing them .  He doesn’t heed  discipline or the word “no.”    The attention encourages him to repeat the mischief.  Then, after he gets me completely upset, he kisses me or blows a kiss.  At one, he totally knows how to “push my buttons.”

It was impossible to watch him every minute.  At 18 mos. he would run into neighbors’ yards, hide my keys,  disappear into closets and refused to stay put.  We lived in a duplex apt. with a small front yard facing a fairly busy street.    One day, he ran across the street and  I was talking to different neighbors about how to keep him safe.  One woman told me her mom had used a hook  and a harness tethered to the clothesline when they played.  Another lady said she  hooked her rambunctious boys to the clothesline by their belts to play.  I reluctantly decided I should get a harness for Gib. I did have a clothesline, but it was always full of clothes.  I thought the harness would be great to keep him in the stroller and in the seat of the grocery cart.  I bought one thinking it might save both of our lives.  Wrong.  It did not stop him from climbing out of the stroller.  It just kept him from getting very far.  I would turn my back and then turn around to find him half in and half out of the stroller with a leg or arm tangled up in the darn harness. Read more…

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I had four kids and lived to tell about it

I always wanted a big family, but starting at 30, I didn’t expect to.  Leona and Gib were two years apart and fought a lot.  When I got pregnant with our third, Wendy, I feared I could not bear three kids fighting.  I was so happy when both Leona and Gib were nice to Wendy and Wendy never sought confrontation.  So, I was glad when  we got to have a fourth baby, Tommy.  I wrote about him when he was one, “Tommy is the cutest, sweetest little person ever and so funny too.   He loves to sing and dance around the house.

When he was two, he was such a mimic  and loved to make us laugh.  He would be in his high chair, put his spoon in the corner of his mouth,  close one eye and sing, “I’m Popeye the sailor man, toot, toot.  I live in a garbage can, toot, toot.”  So cute-  Obviously, he loved his cartoons.  A few months later, he loved “Chip ‘N Dale, Rescue Rangers.”  One day, out of the blue  he slapped his head and said, “We are doomed.”  He made us laugh again.  I wrote, “He is so much fun and has skipped the mischievous stage.   I looked at him and exclaimed, ‘you’re so cute!’  He responded, “You’re so beautiful.”

When he was three, I told Tommy I wanted to get him some new sandals because his were getting too small.  He brought them to me and said, Mom, look, they aren’t any smaller.”  I love how little ones are so literal and always trying to make sense of what they’re told.  There are so many contradictions to figure out.  A few months later, he was in the bathroom and called to Gib that there was a big spider which he was afraid of.  Gib  lazily said, “It’s a nice spider and you can even talk to it.”  When Tommy came out, I heard him say, “Gib, I told the spider a knock-knock joke.”  ha Read more…

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