Random mommy moments…

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Random mommy moments…

This is a short compilation of recent mommy moments that I feel the need to share with the world.

  1. My three year old still thinks that hairplanes depart from the hairport. Image result for hairplane
  2. My 19 months old son will randomly go up to dogs anywhere and start bopping up and down – dancing to an imaginary song in his head. Dogs usually love that.
  3. I spelled out to my husband, very quickly, that a friend is trying to get p-r-e-g-n-a-n-t and my 5 year old immediately asked – “Who is trying to get pregnant mommy?”
  4. My three year old came up to me and said “Mommy, I love you as much as pickles” then walked away. She doesn’t like pickles that much. Image result for emojis unamused
  5. My husband did the laundry which was awesome. My toddler wore my underwear on his head when someone rang the door and he came running up. Not awesome.
  6. My five year old exclaimed loudly, in public, “Mommy why is that man screwing around?” as she pointed to a gentlemen who was fixing a chair with a screwdriver.
  7. My toddler is frustrated that the TV is not touch screen. He can’t swipe anything. So frustrating for him. There are tiny fingerprints literally ALL OVER our TV screen.
  8. My 3 year old likes to watch TB and often tells people in random places “I love my TB.”  As people noticeably and justifiably back away.
  9. My 5 year old broke down today because it was so hot and said- “I am dehydrated mommy- are you trying to kill me? Hydrate me please, that is all I ask!”
  10. A magician at a small party asked the kids, what do you breathe out into the balloon- all the kids shouted “air” but my 5 year old declared “Carbon Dioxide!”
  11. My toddler keeps running away from imaginary people who are trying to tickle him. He then chases same and says “Tickle, tickle, tickle” I think he sees the unseen.Image result for emojis
  12. My 3 year old will sit down for breakfast and have a bowl of cereal then a bowl of oatmeal and then desperately ask “Do we have any more Eggos?”
  13. My 5 year old blamed mommy when she got in trouble at school, stating and I quote “My mommy made me this way. This is how I was born.”
  14. My toddler physically removes and carries really heavy items out of the pantry then cries because he doesn’t know how to put them down.
  15. When asked who she loves more, mommy or daddy, my 5 year old daughter proudly and confidently asserts “God”.

I can’t be prouder and they can’t be more beautiful in my eyes. Thank you Lord for blessing them. Please share your moments if you like!

Smartignani

Bedtime Wars!

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Bedtime Wars!

Image result for pillow fight childrenSome of our battles are quite epic! Please tell me I am not alone. My preschooler and my kindergartner share a room and a bunk bed and THEY NEVER WANT TO SLEEP!

We have a routine. We change into our pjs, we brush our teeth, we pray in our beds, most nights I read a story, we snuggle and huggle and cuddle and huddle. I rub their back, I play with their hair, I sing songs and I plead, beg, bribe, reward, remind, count-down, count-up, cry, tickle and threaten but NOTHING WORKS!

These kids just won’t sleep. They refuse to succumb to any strategy I have used thus far. The only thing I can think of is splitting them up which will suck for us because we will lose our extra guest room which I use when family comes over. The other reason I don’t want to split them up is because that would mean one of them sharing the bathroom with my toddler who is not a heavy sleeper which means one toilet flush or one song and he is AWAKE! I cannot have that!

I am beaming with pride during the day. They are good, wholesome, beautiful young ladies. They share, they care and they dress themselves. They tidy up when asked to and we operate within a very strict sticker reward system that sees them closer to their goal of going to a fun “place” once they achieve a certain number of stickers. Positive behaviour is rewarded and negative behaviour is also acknowledged through the loss of stickers. It’s an ongoing delicate balance of telling one daughter “You get 2 stickers for listening right away” and telling her sister that “Whining is not acceptable, you will lose one sticker now”.

I feel like we made progress everywhere in their behaviour. Despite my eldest’s incessant arguing (it is part of her curious nature to be inquisitive even though sometimes it feels like she is questioning my authority- it is usually unintentional). The middle child is cautious and every so sensitive, so I feel like we made great gains in making her more confident to experience the world and know that she will always have our love and support. However, together and after the bewitching hour of 7:15 pm, they become tiny hellions that are more boisterous than a small crowd of protesters in front of city hall. I have tried installing a monitor to yell at them through it but it did nothing but make me irate with the sheer amount of shushing and threatening I had to do while they action ideas, which I can hear,  that are just no no no no no good!

I read forums about this so I decided to stop listening in and I took away the monitor. I decided to just let them play but all I kept hearing downstairs from their room is banging, thumping, stomping and screaming. They would often wake up their baby brother which would send me into a small dark rage and result in them losing the ability to attend events, visits or even go out in public! My husband kept telling me to stop incentivizing them with what we will be doing next that would be fun and I listened even though that was the only thing that worked with them! If we had a wedding, or party or fun event coming up, I would say “Remember, if you listen and go to sleep tonight, we can go to…and have lots of fun”. It worked beautifully but this did not sit well with my husband so he implemented the strike system.

Strike one, they lose their books and flashlight (yes, they each have 3 or 4 books to read in their bed). Strike two, we close the curtains (we keep them open for daylight and until they sleep) then last strike, we turn off their star nightlight since they do not like the dark- that is absolutely the worst one.

It is working except, if I give a strike then it affects both girls and the eldest usually says “But mommy, why are you punishing me? I’m listening!” And she is right. I don’t know if this is a foolproof system, certainly my 5 year-old is no fool!

So I really don’t know what to do or whether to actually do anything at all. I am blogging about it to see if I am the only one in the mamaverse who is struggling with this. My goodness, some days, I just hate bed time. If I wasn’t sure that they need at least 13 hours of sleep, I wouldn’t have even bothered putting them to sleep at all! And even though I start bedtime at 7:15 pm most nights, they are not usually asleep until 9 or 9:30 pm- crazy right?

There is something wrong with these children. Don’t mince words. Just tell me- WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE CHILDREN?

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Smartignani

One moment at a time…

staycalmCalm is from within.

As I go about my days and attempt to fall into a rhythm and a routine- I am assured that nothing is ever consistent and that chaos is the new normal.

With three very active children under 5 years of age, I am slowly becoming accustomed to the crazy schedule, lack of sleep and horrific, loud, contiguous noise. Their boisterous laughter mixed with their screams and whines have amalgamated into one sweet hum of never ending “childish” sounds that make me smile and feel humbled that I was granted this gift. Not one but three beautiful children who make me lose my mind and grateful that I exist- at the same time. They have given my life meaning and mean everything to my life.

I have to keep reminding myself that life moves quickly and children grow up far too fast. I can’t slow down the moments that pass but I can try to enjoy them- relish them-cherish them and savour them.

In my ubiquitous  desire to do more, be more and have more- I often realize that there is far too much happening simultaneously. I am currently in the midst of establishing a brand new business, studying to obtain a Master’s Degree, working full-time at the Government and busy mothering the three gifts that God gave me.

Sometimes I ask myself “Why do you do this to yourself?” and myself always responds with “Life is short- make the most of it”.

So tonight I decided to take a moment and just be.

I listen to the baby babbling before he goes to sleep. The sisters whispering and giggling over their private jokes. The wind howling outside my house. I listen.

I am still and and I am present.

It is too easy to be overwhelmed and afraid. It is simple to evade and escape. It is natural to withdraw and become anxious. But tonight- I choose to be still.

I am proud of everything I achieved so far. I know that there is still so much for me to do. I am aware that my goal is to change the world and make an impact on those who know me. But for tonight…I am still.

In mentoring others, I have always replied to their common query “How do you do all that?” – I would say “One moment at a time”.

So here it is. My moment. This moment I choose silence. I choose stillness. I choose prayer.

In the hustle and bustle, I choose peace.

I am blessed.

Grateful.

Whole.

I am ready to face what’s in front of me.

Until next time,

SMartignani

 

And he is one!

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My little Timbit is one!

How time flies when you’re care giving three children under the age of 5!

How can I begin to tell my story and how grateful I am that you are in my world. So many people said it will be hard and it was. So many friends warned that it will be busy and it is. My parents told me that a third will be a big blessing and you are. My in-laws told me that your sisters will never leave you alone and they don’t. Strangers would often comment about how sweet you are and how beautiful you are- and true enough, that you are but also more…so much more.

20160819_111045You are so calm my baby and ever so sweet. You are patient and content. You don’t yell unnecessarily and you never cry unless you need to make a point. Your tears are rare and your laughter is sincere and heard often. You are busy, inquisitive, observant, persistent, intelligent and oh so charming. You wave at strangers and smile at everyone. You are loved and adored by anyone who meets you. People of all ages in Church, in the stores, in the airport and everywhere we go are compelled to talk to you and compliment you. Your good nature and unlimited tolerance of your sister’s affections and antics have perfectly summed up our family unit. You completed us from the day you were born.

Your touch on my face when I am rocking you to sleep is like the flutter of an angel’s wing You 20160417_111938are gentle with your sisters and strong. You let the middle sister sit on you and roll on you and all you do is laugh. She kisses you so very often and you give her the gummiest smiles. She calls you “her Timtim” and defends you vehemently. She
f20160512_172444iercely protects you with every ounce of her little 3-year-old body when someone new tries to touch you or hold you.  Your eldest sister can’t stop telling the world about her “cutest brother ever!” She introduces you to everyone and every morning you bring a smile to her face. She comes home and always asks about you and she can’t hide her disappointment when you are asleep. She can’t stop asking you “Do you know how adorable you are? Do you?”

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Timothy, you have fought through the first week of your life to get to this point. I wasn’t able to hold you until you were 3 days old. In the NICU, I missed your first bath and your first diaper change. I missed your first wakefulness from slumber induced by medicine and machines. I was recovering in my postpartum unit intended for moms who had a tough c-section. I would hear the cries and coos of other babies and see daddies pacing the floors back and forth to put their angels to sleep and I would instantly long for you. I knew20151105_222333 you were cared for and loved. I knew that the nurses were able how to take care of you but it still deeply stung. I woke your father up at 3 am the same day you were born and asked a nurse to bring me a wheelchair so I can come visit you. They were telling me that I need to heal. My wound from the surgery was fresh but I just needed to see you. I wanted you to know that I am here even though I knew you wouldn’t remember. I wanted to pray in gratitude for this gift that God saw me fit for.

Daddy wheeled me over to you and you were asleep. The nurse told me that you are a 20151106_154551wonderful charge and that she loved you already. I was envious of her. I was glad that she was so caring and nurturing but deep inside I felt resentful that you too had been taken away from me. I waited my love for 15 minutes but you did not stir. I knew I needed to rest so I can take care of you when you recover. I went back to my room and I dreamt all night of your sweet scent that would surely surround me when the time came.

I woke up the next day and longed again for you. They had to check me to ensure that I am healing and so I remained in my bed until I was cleared to visit you again. I pumped for you so they can stick my colostrum in a tube to feed you. I visited you many times that day and I was told that I still can’t hold you. The hardest part is seeing you struggle to breathe. Seeing you trying to get comfortable in the bed without much success. I could almost feel you shiver and shake with loneliness. You were inside my body. We were so connected and now you are so alone and we were so divided.

How can it be that after being a part of me for nine long months, you can be removed and yet I can’t even touch you?

Finally, on day three, they tell me I can hold you. An experienced nurse removes your tube and asks me to nurse you. How do I describe that moment? The moment when you are placed in my bosom? How can words explain to you the complete feeling of utter joy and relief I felt? I wish I had the vocabulary to draw a picture of the instantaneous and intense feelings of protection and overwhelming love that saturated me that moment.

You were so little. So fragile yet such a fighter. I was so proud of you. You were annoyed with those machines and wanted the freedom to breathe on your own. You were garnering your strength and procuring your energy to fight another day. But that moment when I held you…oh that moment… you knew.

You knew that I was the same body you were once a part of. You knew my scent, my breath and my voice. You opened one eye and looked at me intently then closed it again, sighed and nuzzled closer to my breast. I can feel your little body relaxing as the tension seeped out completely. You were pliant. You were trusting. You were finally home.

Timothy, you are a bright ray of sunshine and a constant reminder for me to fight. You have taught me so much in the first year of your life. You are such a blessing to your father, your sisters and me. I wish I can capture every expression and every sound you make but nothing can pay justice to how perfect and how adorable you are.

I guess this is mommy’s long-winded, wordy (as usual) and most sincere way of saying “Happy 1st Birthday Timbit” and Happy BIRTHday to me too since you were my gift on this day last year!

Daddy and I adore you.

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I love you eternally and unconditionally.

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Changing Diapers…it’s a poopy job!

baby-1295614_960_720It just feels like all I do is change poopy diapers these days. Between the 11-months-old and the 3-year-old who is refusing to potty train, I have poop coming out of an orifice every two hours during the day. Nothing fazes me now. I get poop on my fingers- oh well, we can just wash that off.  My baby is literally a poop-machine. He doesn’t eat ONE MEAL without creating a poop-filled diaper. It’s like he’s hollow and it goes right through him- I swear it.

At noon-ish, I went upstairs to check on my 3-year-old (because I don’t trust her at all) and she had pooped in her pull-up and smooshed it so good in her pants that it rose above the outline of the pull-up. There was toxic, disgusting waste on the carpet and her clothes. I cleaned everything up but I swear, the kid is way too big to be crapping in her pants!

My 5-year-old just finished doing her business and whilst turning around so I can help clean it up well before she goes to bed, her backside wiped cleanly against the front of my jeans.  Splleeeaaacchhh….eeewwwww…. yuk. Ok. I continued on like it was just another small mishap but C’MON people- don’t tell me it isn’t disgusting!!

All I am saying and that is all I will say, there is way too much poop to go around here and I am just so tired of cleaning it up. I think I will be only so glad when I can off-load the kids on the child care staff and say “They are all yours now- along with their considerable commitment to excretion, enjoy!”

Ok. that’s it. I just wanted to vent.

Thanks for listening. I am now going to continue my pooparific day!

 

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