Yes Day!

The director of the preschool the boys attend is a wonderful woman who likes to stay involved the with the families at the school.  Periodically, she emails interesting articles about child development, parenting issues, and other relevant information.

Last week, she emailed an article about a storybook called Yes Day, by Amy Krouse Rosenthal and Tom Lichtenheld.  I had never read the story, but from the article, I got the gist of the story.  It's a special day where the answer to every question is "Yes!"  The article went to discuss ways to incorporate this into real life, but one particular line really resonated with me:

"What happens when you say "yes"? Everything changes for your child. Your child feels strong, capable, imaginative, and free!"

So, at first I thought - isn't basically every day "yes" day for kids?  I mean, our days generally revolve around their schedules and desires to play at the park, swim in the pool, ride bikes, go to a friend's house, etc...  Then, I really thought about it.  How often do I say "yes" to a question?

"Mom, can we have a cookie for breakfast?" "No!  That's not the way to start the day healthy!"

"Mom, can we get the playdough out after dinner?" "Not tonight.  I just vacuumed (which is every day anyway) and don't want to clean up a giant mess."

"Mom, can we go so-and-so's house to play this afternoon?" "Sorry guys, we have to go to the grocery store today!"

And a thousand other requests all day long, because they don't always fit into my agenda, aren't healthy choices, I don't feel like it, and any number of other reasons.  So, I started to picture what their faces would look like if I said "yes" to a cookie for breakfast.  "Yes" to the park and bikes and skipping naptime, and everything else.  I liked the vision in my head.

I'm not an idiot.  My kids are sharp and insightful and I knew it would take mere seconds before the exploitation of the Yes Day began.  There would need to be limitations.  My kids are smart, but they're still only 3 and 4 years old.  Still learning boundaries.

I decided to do it.

At 7:30 this morning, I was sitting on the floor in the Little One's bedroom, watching the Bean and him playing with train tracks and chattering away about breakfast.  So, I tell them that today is a special day.  They immediately tune in.  I explain that it's Yes Day and that, within the bounds of safety and reason, I would try to say "yes" to as many of their requests as I could.  Two pairs of big blue eyes lit up.

The Little One, in seconds, says, "Oh, can we skip our naps today?"
"Yes!" I say.  I'm feeling pretty good about this so far.  I said "yes" already!

The Bean is thinking a little harder about it.  He asks if we can go have breakfast now, and we all head downstairs.  After I get their yogurt and cereal bars and raisin bread organized, the Bean has come up with his first test of my resolve.

"Mommy, can we have a cookie with breakfast?"

My inner parent cringes.  Cookies for breakfast?  But I say, "yes!" and he lights up like I just handed him the world.  I kept my promise!  They both had cookies with their breakfast and we had popsicles BEFORE lunch.  We rode bikes, played baseball in the yard, and worked playdough on the back patio.  These are all things we do often anyway, but this is what the boys asked for.  It's been their day, all day.  We haven't done a thing they haven't asked for.  We swam in the pool this afternoon, and watched too much TV before dinner.  I said "no" to one request.  The Bean wanted to go to an indoor playground where a friend had her birthday party a couple of months ago.  The day is just too gorgeous to waste inside at a playground I have to pay for entry to.  We decided a bike ride would be more fun anyway.

The only problem we're running into now is dinner.  The boys are not in agreement about what dinner should be.  I might end up assembling two meals, but it's a small price to pay for the pleasure I see in their faces.  They are telling everyone we come in contact with that it's Yes Day!

After this busy, almost no-nap (the Little One actually went into his room to play and fell asleep, ha!) day, I'm hoping they don't ask to stay up late tonight.

Motherhood and a Tinkertoy

Today's post isn't about my little guys, but about a close friend and her son.

I was on the phone with my friend yesterday morning for about twenty minutes.  That's some kind of record by itself.  Usually, as any mom with small children will attest, the best we can do is five minutes before someone is interrupted by a desperate child in need of something.  Desperately.  In the case of my friend and I, it's usually me being interrupted.  Her son is usually pretty sweet and calm, and rarely gets himself too spun up about anything.

Yesterday morning was unusual, as I could hear her little guy in the background, begging for her to find a missing Tinkertoy piece.  It was the piece that would allow him to solve all his Tinkertoy problems.  He could bring the masterpiece rattling around in his head to glorious life!  She had been searching for this missing piece for most of the morning, including a good part of our twenty minute phone chat, to no avail.

Later that day, the Little One, Bean and I went over to their house to hang out and play.  The boys were immediately engrossed with Legos and other toys, and the grown ups sat down to talk.  Kids must sense the minute their mother's butts hit a chair, and automatically assume that because we are sitting down, we are bored and in need of distraction.  Choruses of "Mom! Mom!  I need you to help me!" came from the playroom.  After helping my boys with their Lego crisis, I realize that my friend's son is going on about the missing Tinkertoy again!  That dratted thing is still hiding somewhere.

I offer to help search and we quickly discover that the Tinkertoys and Legos have been mixed up in the SAME BOX!  After sorting it out, the missing piece is...still missing.  The poor 4 year old boy is still a frustrated artist and the angst is starting to wear on his mother's nerves.  I start digging behind furniture in an attempt to help my girlfriend and her aching head.  Voila!  The missing piece!  It is FOUND!

I fold it up in my hand and turn to her son.

"I have a surprise for you!  You're going to be so happy when you see what I have!  But first...I need a little kiss right here," and I present my cheek, tapping it with my index finger.  He giggles and gives me a quick peck before anxiously inspecting the surprise.

"I found the missing Tinkertoy!"  I present it to him triumphantly.His mother and I are both looking at him expectantly, big smiles on our faces.  He picks up the piece, looks it over, shrugs, and chucks it in the box with the other Tinkertoys before wandering off to find something else to play with.

Shock.  Mouths hanging open.  Seriously!?!  After a full day's worth of drama over this, THAT'S his response?

My friend collapses in hysterical laughter on the floor as I lay back and stare at the ceiling.

Yup - sometimes, that's what motherhood is all about.

Slap Your Graham Cracker

The boys have recently taken an avid interest in what music is playing on the radio in the car.  It's entertaining!  And sometimes irritating, when I'm asked to play the same songs over and over and over and over...  Even songs I formerly loved have now become dreaded requests, because there are only so many times a person can listen to "Life is a Highway" before you just don't want to hear it ever again.  Ever.

Fortunately, their taste in music seems to have expanded and we listen to everything from very current Top 40 to my favorite classic rock hits and country music.  My husband has set up playlists on our Pandora account for all sorts of music - Irish Pub Rock (I feel like stomping on the floor and drinking a beer every time we turn that on), Traditional Middle Eastern to set the mood when we've made shish tawook and fattoush for dinner, Bollywood, and Classical Symphonic.  They comment on all of it - what they like, what they don't like, and often ask if I have particular song on my phone, and can we replay it again?  I am grateful for Pandora, iTunes, and Sirius XM Radio, though, because I always have the answer to the questions: What band is this? What's the name of this song?  Who's the guy singing?  And I'm very proud when they start to pick out the instruments they can hear - guitar, drums, saxophone (that was a new one recently!).

Saturday morning two weeks ago, we were driving to the beach and listening to my iTunes playlist in the car.  After the obligatory round of "Another One Bites the Dust," which is the Bean's favorite song right now, and "Any Way You Want It," (the Little One's favorite!), I start cycling through, looking for something different.  "We Will Rock You" is the first thing I find to fill the dead air, and the boys start kicking our seats and clapping their hands and attempting to sing along.  It's hilarious, because the only lyric they seem to understand besides "We will rock you!" is "Mud on your face."  This is their new favorite song - it's awesome!  It's about having mud on your face!  They can't stop laughing and singing this one line over and over.

Then the song is over and the next one comes on.  Trace Adkins' "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk."  As it starts playing, this what is happening in my head:  Shit...maybe they shouldn't be listening to this.  Why is this still on my playlist? Well, it's probably ok - they won't understand most of what it means anyway, right? And, if I shut it off now, it's just going to call attention to it and they'll start begging me to turn it on again, and OMG, what are my kids learning from these songs?!!?!?  Meanwhile, the song is already well underway and there's no stopping it now.  My husband is grinning as we're waiting to see what the boys make of this song.  I'm certain one of us is shortly going to have to explain what a "badonkadonk" is.  And by "one of us" I mean, my husband.  I'm totally making that Dad's job.  A few lines in, the lyric goes, "Hoo-eee, shut my mouth, slap your Grandma."  I cringe.  Slap your Grandma!? Imagine that one out of context!  

The Bean says, "Slap your GRAM?!?" Incredulity is evident in his voice.  I'm already preparing my response to this in my head, when he says, "Gram is another word for graham cracker.  So, he just said 'slap your graham cracker.'  That's so funny!!"  The Little One is laughing hysterically and the two of them proceed to sing "Slap your graham cracker" over and over, oblivious that the song has moved on. My husband and I are laughing so hard in the front seat of the car neither of us can catch a breath.  Of all the ways that could have gone, I never saw that coming!

They now ask for the "Slap your cracker" song...  

Grandma Who?

My parents came for a visit! Yay!

However, we are having some confusion with names.  The boys have come up with their own way of handling this, though.  We have Mommy and Daddy, of course.  Easy and obvious.  But, things get a little hairier when it comes to grandparents.  My huband and I didn't have the foresight to give their grandmothers different nicknames.  They're both Grandma.  There's only one Grandpa, so that, at least, is clear.

Each of the boys has their own system.  The Bean calls my mother-in-law, who lives with us, "Grandma-Who-Lives-With-Us."  Ok.  Easy enough.  My mom became, "Grandpa's Grandma."  Because she belongs to my dad, not because she's actually my dad's Grandma.  We can't stop laughing over this.  Every time the Bean says it, I giggle a little, because it just sounds so funny, and confusing.  My poor mom just got aged two generations!

The Little One has his own strategy for their names, and it's just as funny.  My mother-in-law is "Grandma-Who-Goes-With-Us."  My mom is "Grandma-Who-Goes-With-Grandpa."  It feels very Native American.  I sort of wonder if he could come up with names like for all of us?  Who would I get to be?  Doubtless, if I asked, he'd stare at me as though I was crazy and wonder why we'd need long silly names like that when there is clearly only one Mommy and one Daddy.