The Magie Corner, Part 2

Hey kid... don't you know... what's good for you isn't always good for everyone else?

I laid Jeremiah down next to Joey to say good night and Joey stuck the corner of his blanket into Jeremiah's ear. It didn't work. :)

The Secret to Breaking Habits

Jenna has sucked her fingers since she was a baby when we took her pacifier away (4 mos) to try to help her gain weight. For the last year or so, she has only sucked them at naptime and night time. She told us that when she was 4, she would stop sucking them. About a week after she turned 4, we thought we would help her, so we gave her a glove (a pretty one!) to wear to bed at night. About the 3rd night into this, we lost the glove. We were going to look for another one and she said, “It’s ok. I don’t need it.” We were very skeptical. But, she has never sucked her fingers since.

Last night I took her out for ice cream to celebrate her entry into the non-finger-sucking world. I asked her what the secret was to how she quit sucking her fingers. She said, “I sucked the glove and it was yucky.” I said, “You sucked the glove? Did you try sucking it for a second, or how long?” Jenna said, “About a minute.” I said, “Well, when you didn’t have the glove on, how did you keep from sucking your fingers?” She said, “Well. I wanted to be like Jackie and Jillian. I looked at them and saw that they were going to sleep with their arms down. So I did that too.”

And there you have it.

Give it up for "One Fine Day" moments

I had to laugh at myself when my desperation got this far. Jeremiah spit up on my shoulder and in my hair. Gross! I wiped it off, but this time it REALLY stunk. I had to go somewhere and there was no time for a shower, so I grabbed the nearest bottle of shampoo (which happened to be the kids' mango something or other scent). I leaned over my bathroom sink and took just the section of hair that had been spit up on and washed just that section of hair. Out the door I went! I was going to make this post all about "Desperate Mom Situations," but I think it sounds much more graceful to call them "One Fine Day" moments. Here's why:

Sometimes I feel like Michelle Pfeiffer in "One Fine Day." She was always so ingenious. For instance, when her shirt got dirty, she pulled her son's t-shirt out of her bag and put it on and just kept on going through her day.

I had a monumental One Fine Day moment last year at VBS. It was crazy hat day. Only, I had forgotten. When we pulled in the church parking lot, the kids noticed everyone else in their crazy hats. Yikes! What do I do?! Panic! No... "think like Michelle" I told myself. I looked down and buried under random stuff in my van was a knight's hat! I came up with something else from my car for my daughter, but can't remember what now. And then I thought how sometimes it can pay to not live an obsessive-compulsively clean lifestyle!

I'd love to hear your desperate moments... I mean your "One Fine Day" moments!

Andi

McDonald's Mystery

A week ago, a McDonald's we pass often was bustling with business. Today, we passed it and it no longer existed. Immediately, my 5 year old girl started crying. (I'm in the front seat trying not laugh at her mourning over the loss of McGrease). Her older brother tried consoling her by saying, "They HAD to tear it down. They had served over 99 billion people. I'm sure they'll build a newer and better one instead."

The Magic Corner

We recently took a roadtrip to Colorado. On the way home, the kids fell asleep at night and my husband and I decided to drive as long as we could stay awake since they were peacefully sleeping. About 2 AM, I heard from the back seat, "Mommy?" I said, "yes?" Joey held up the corner of his blanket and said, "Not working." He always puts the corner of his favorite blankie in his ear and then goes to sleep. Strange.... I know. We got to the hotel a half hour later. My husband laid him in the pack and play and handed him his blankie and asked, "is it working now?" He replied, very satisfied, "yes!"