4 generation visit


s. is always asking me to "skip naps" with her and spend the afternoon doing something fun. as of today, i think it's best to start skipping naps and just put ella to bed earlier each night. we've gotten to the point where she only really slept for her nap time about 2 times a week, and i get home from work and just rush around trying to do a short outing before lunch and then rush her into her bed for a "nap." then she plays in her bed and i rush around the house trying to get a few things done before i need to get her up and rush her out for an afternoon activity before rushing home to get her to bed early.
this way i can take the whole day more leisurely and still get her to bed early.
anyhow, we'll see how it goes.
today it went well. i called s. and she was down with the nap skipping plan, so she headed over here and we took the girls to bradley palmer state park's wading pool. the wading pool is this beautiful, huge, shallow pool with various fountains springing up. it was a good hot day and the water was so cool. s. brought cheese crackers, iced coffee and potato salad and we had such a lovely relaxing afternoon. when we got back to my house at 4:15 pm, s. suggested we make dinner together (both our husbands were out playing basketball this evening). so the girls played (mostly ran around naked and watched shirley temple's heidi) while s. and i whipped up spaghetti sauce from scratch to serve over noodles and broccoli alongside of some garlic toast.
so fun.
elenora was asleep by 6:15 pm.
my mom arrives tomorrow for a visit over the weekend. and grandma b. arrives on saturday.
i'm almost done with vanity fair.
saturday we took elenora to rockport and had a cookout with j. his daughter is now 10, so elenora was really fascinated and had a great time. ella's new favorite question is "what do big girls do?" and michaela told her that big girls hang out with their friends, text a lot, and read lots of books.
sounds like what i do.
after dinner it was nice to have michaela take ella inside and to just sit back and chat with j. and n. while elenora had fun with a "big girl."
then j. took us on his boat on the water, which was so fun. it was a hot day (90s), so being out on the water felt better than anything. at first when we went fast, elenora wasn't sure she liked it and kind of got a bit panicked. but then she realized that i had a hold of her and she started saying "yippee!" and "i feel like a feather!"
after the boat ride we stopped by j.'s ice cream shop. it was almost 9 pm by the time elenora was in bed, but who can turn down a boat ride and ice cream?
yesterday ella came down with a stomach bug, so we stuck around the house (close to the toilet) and i gave her pedialyte and sticky rice and bread and bananas. poor girl. she said "my bottom is tired."
but we had a good time before she went to bed just laughing and snuggling. she would say "look at me" and pull 2 chunks of her hair straight up towards the ceiling, and i would say "but look at me!" and i would pull my own hair up toward the ceiling. she laughed so hard she got the hiccups.
we're reading Charlotte's Web and Stuart Little now. She is so good to sit and listen to the chapter books, and she is really into them and asks for them.
sweet girl.
So three times in the last 2 days Ella pooped in her diaper either early in the morning or at nap time. There's just no rhyme or reason to it. She knows how to get out of her bed and open her door and call for help. When I went in yesterday morning she announced "I had a poop in my pants!" and I said "Ella, why would you do that?" and she said "Because I wanted to have a poop in my pants." and I said "Why???" and she said (very smart-allecky) "I dunno." It just made me mad and set me in a horrid mood all day. And then when I went to get her from her nap and she had pooped in her pants again, I was livid. Not a good mother yesterday. Not at all.
I am so desperate I have really realized how much I can't do this parenting thing on my own. I really need God to help me out. I cracked open my Bible and the "Power of a Praying Parent" book and I'm delving in. I can't be that awful mother I was yesterday... and I can't be the patient, kind, gracious mother I want to be all on my own. So dear God help me!
Maybe we've moved Elenora too fast in the "now you're a big girl" movement of the last month? Maybe that's why she's resisting and pooping in her pants? Maybe potty training, moving her into a big girl bed, and suggesting that she give up her binkies all around the same time is just way too much and that's why she's trying to show that she's "still a little bit of a baby"???
Anyhow, I feel so helpless sometimes. Throwing a kid in the mix really makes things chaotic. Suddenly 1 + 1 doesn't equal 2. Like, you feel like "if I do this and this, then this will be the result." But that's just not the case with kids. They do their own thing, and all of them are different. There's no secret formula... except maybe patience and prayer... but I really need to pray for the patience.
And we'd just gotten to the point where we were thinking of trying for a second kid... Now we're back to never wanting another kid again. I tore apart Ella's crib yesterday and threw it in the garage, feeling like I never wanted to do this baby thing ever ever again.
Today is a new day. I'm really going to strive to be a better person today.
elenora has moved into a "big girl bed". she's been saying she'd like to for awhile, so we finally made the move. the first time we put her in it, she took a 2 hour nap--actually sleeping! of course, the next 2 naps were just playing naps. but the 2 nights she's slept in the bed she has gone off to sleep right away without any tom-foolery. very proud. still haven't removed the crib from the room. want to be very very sure first. that thing is such a pain to take apart and put back together.
elenora is all questions lately... and most of all the question "why?" this word leads to an endless conversation which it is difficult to escape from.