disassembled

Tearing up the little man's perfectly working marble run with the idea of letting him re-build it was not good. In fact, it was bad. A week after the toy was disassembled and it is still that, disassembled. He had asked for help in putting the complicated parts together which I did at the beginning but it got old and so I told him he will have to do it by himself before I throw the thing away. See, he builds the marble run with my help but halfway through when he is not happy with somethings he knocks it down in anger and pieces fly everywhere. After doing that a couple times I said no, I am not helping and crying or begging will not do him any good. He knows not to mess with me when I am annoyed so he has been doing it. Well, doing the same thing, building the marble run a piece at a time then tearing it to pieces before he finishes with it. Somehow I think that was the idea of why we disassembled the toy to begin with, not to build it but to knock it down before it is finished. Something only a five year old mind can process. Anyway, I would rather window shop online to know where I can get campaign signs cheap than to help him achieve nothing. I do not really need campaign signs but you get the idea. He has left the box with the pieces of his marble run in it and is concentrating on playing with Wii Sports. The little girl is the one messing with it which I hope will not cause trouble if he cannot find the pieces he wants should he decide to pursue building it again. Maybe he will build the marble run back again one of these days, provided the parts are still around.

walking is fun

A few months after I gave birth, I walked a lot. It was not so hard to do because it was Spring so walking was actually fun. I used to put the little girl's car seat in a standard stroller then we would cruise down the park to make several laps. The little man went with us but halfway through he complains about being so tired and asked if he could ride in his sister's stroller. It is hard to do but he managed to do it but not without hardship on my part that I actually thought of buying a double stroller. Thankfully I did not have too. He got used to the walks and was able to keep up. I hope he is still up to it because as soon as it gets warm I will be hitting the tracks again. I like it better to walk outside than to walk on the treadmill. It is more fun being outdoors that I hardly notice the time whereas I count every minute when I am walking on the treadmill. I think I will try to work on getting fit this year.

his big project

The little man asked me to help him dismantle his marble run. I asked him why and he told me so he could get busy building it back up again. That sounded like a good idea so I readily helped him dismantle the toy. It is a pretty sturdy marble run with really tough parts unlike his old one and he wanted me to take every piece apart. I think it is more work to do this than building it back again. My fingers hurt halfway through the process but my boy is happy so am I. He is still building it now, putting the pieces together with the help of the manual that came with the toy. I hope I will not hear whining later today about not being able to put the marble run together or missing parts. He is like any other 5 year old, he is messy and he scatters his toys all over the place then asks me if I know where they are at. I guess I will have to put off vacuuming the carpet for a while until he is ready for me to. I need to get busy with something else too so ciao for now. Happy weekend!

a new toy

The little man's older sister bought a huge inflatable trampoline for her kids. They started using it inside their house (yes, they really did), in the kitchen area but now that the weather is starting to warm up they moved it outside. She said she is happy she bought the trampoline because her kids enjoy playing in it all the time. Even said it is worth the money she spent. Last year, it was a nice wood swing/slide playset she bought for them. She is a little kid at heart so I am not surprised with her purchase. In fact, if she tells us she bought a pentair pool for her backyard I will not be surprised at all. She is just like that. There are times I wish we were neighbors so my kids can play with hers. The little man will surely love the playmates and the toys as well. Since we aren't, there is really nothing we can do about it :)

so many questions

The little man asks a lot of questions. He does this on a daily basis from the moment he gets up to the time he gets to bed. It is good that he wants to know a lot of things but there are times he asks even if he knows just so when I say I am not sure of the answer he will tell me straight away. I must admit it is tiring to listen and answer to his questions but I can tell at a lot of times he really is interested to learn. So I try to give him accurate answers as possible. He asks questions like if I am his father's wife, or what are test sieves (questions like this comes from his interactions online), to what pronoun he needs to use to call his little sister, or what my favorite color is. Then he asks me about sports terms he learned from playing Wii sports on his Nintendo Wii. There are times I direct him to his father for answers. The husband can better answer questions about sports than I do so I am stirring him in the right direction. He is asking more pertinent questions every day though and I am almost afraid when he asks me personal questions. I am not ready for those yet. In fact, I am not ready for some of his questions but I don't really have a choice but tell him anyway. I am now starting to realize why I was sent to school with my dad (he was a teacher) when I was the little man's age. I was told at the time I asked so many questions which I thought there was nothing wrong about. Now I know my mom just wanted to have some peace and quiet while taking care of a newborn. I guess I am raising a mini-me :)

early birds

My kids are early risers. I don't know why because I am not. The husband does wake up early but not as early as his kids who wake up at four in the morning. Yes, four AM. It still can be considered dawn right? I mean, that is two hours before daylight. But the little girl has been making a habit of waking up early and waking everybody up along the way. The little man wakes up after all the noise she makes and then I have to wake up too to keep an eye on them. I make sure the door to our room is closed so the husband can sleep some more. This has been going on for weeks and I don't see any change in the pattern yet which means this very well could go on a few more. So what do we do while we are up? The kids watch cartoons (yes, there are cartoons that early) while I get online. One morning I can be updating my blogs and the next I can be looking at a floral arrangement online or I can be window shopping. You get the picture. I cannot and refuse to do chores that early, I would rather get in the couch with my laptop while my kids torture me with cartoons that we have watched over and over. I prefer to be back in bed but I don't trust the little man to be up alone without getting into trouble. I sure hope this is just another phase and that it will not become routine. They can do this again when they are of school age though, it will be nice not to have to forcefully wake up a child to go to school.

a happy birthday

My cousin's birthday is today. Her gift to herself? A new htc desire hd she ordered online days before. She said she has worked hard so she deserves a treat. I could not agree more. She has been working while going to school full time and I am proud of her. She said she will show me the phone when she gets the chance to sit down and we can talk. I told her to take her time. She needs to enjoy her day because it is special and she is special. She deserves to be happy on her day considering the things she went through last year. Happy birthday girl!

he needs a haircut

But he will not allow us to cut his hair. Not even a trim. Ever since his first haircut, the little man has been vocal about his dislike for a haircut. He cried, he screamed, he kicked, he tried to run away. Imagine the stress we have to go through just for a haircut. I asked him why he does not like his hair to be cut and he told me it hurts. When I told him it does not, he said that yes it does. It hurts him when his hair is cut. I think he means emotionally. I can totally relate. When I was a little kid I used to despise having my hair cut. I wanted my parents to just leave my hair alone so it will grow long like all the other girls in school but I was told it was not hygienic so it was cut, about twice a year, every year. I cried every time it was done but there was nothing I can do about it. I know I need to be sympathetic to the little man's feelings but I don't want to do it at the cost of his looking unkempt. I will try to talk him into having a trim and then if he is up to it, a haircut. I better be good at explaining things to him though so he will understand and the experience will not be too painful for him nor will it be stressful for us. I hope.