Pancake Pudding

Ask me why it’s called that.  I dare you.


My daughter just took a look at her dinner and said “Your pancakes look funny.”  She has a good grasp on the obvious.  🙂


Darwin would be proud

Today the kids watched a video with me that detailed how a baby is formed in his/her mothers womb from the time of conception until birth.  After watching it, I overheard my 7 year old explaining to my 6 year old: “when that baby was really little, it was a seahorse.”

A Snapshot of Bitty

Sometimes my children say or do things that  sum up their personalities perfectly without any further words being needed.  This kind of “personality snapshot” of my third daughter took place a few days ago, after we instigated a “responsibilities chart.” Anyone who has ever been around Bitty for any length of time soon picks up on her deep-rooted desire for structure.  She wants – she NEEDS – clarification about everything.  She wants to know exactly what she’s allowed to do, and how she’s allowed to do it, and when she’s allowed to do it, and who she’s allowed to do it with.  Answering her questions can sometimes be exhausting!  I thought that giving her a list of the things she’s required to do each day (make her bed, wipe off the table, etc.) would help make things easier for her, and I made things as simple as I could by creating a “responsibilities chart” for her and for each of the children.

It goes like this:

Each child has two sets of two pockets on the responsibilities chart, which is hanging on their bedroom wall.  There is one set of two pockets (one on top of the other) for morning responsibilities and another set of two pockets for evening responsibilities.  Index cards with tasks written on them (one task per card) are placed in top pockets of the chart and as each child finishes the task assigned to them, they remove the card from the top pocket and put it into the bottom pocket and move on to the next card.  Simple, right?

On the first morning of their new program, my oldest daughter found Bitty sitting in front of the bathroom door, wiggling furiously.  Upon asking what was wrong, she received the following response:

“I wish my card would hurry up and say I can go to the bathroom!  I REALLY need to potty!!!”

A Compliment

Today, my daughter won my heart when she said to me “Mommy, I think you feel skinny.”  I’ve struggled with my weight for quite some time now, and have lost a great deal in the last few months.  Her words made me so happy and I thanked her for her sweet compliment.  I suppose that in that moment, she felt it necessary to clarify her statement, for she then informed me:

“You look big.  But you feel skinny.”

Thank you, dear.  🙂

Antiochus the Bully

My husband works at a behavioral hospital for teenagers where occasionally a physical confrontation will arise between the patients. A few times this has led to an injury to my husband, when it becomes necessary for him to break up a fight. One such occurrence happened just after Chanukah, when my husband broke up a fight between two large teenage boys. He came home with a nasty bruise on his arm and a chunk of beard missing. The children were very concerned about this and everyone wanted to know what had happened. Not wanting to go into details for obvious reasons, Daddy simply told them that a boy at work was “acting mean” and had hurt him. Bitty thought about this for a moment and then exclaimed: “He was acting just like Antiochus Epiphanes!”

Helpful Girl

A little while ago, Bunchkin heard me talking on the phone with Daddy about what a rough day I’d had today, how little I’d gotten done, and how tired I’ve been all day. I also mentioned that I still hadn’t brought the dog in and when I got off the phone, Bunchkin let me know how sorry she was that she couldn’t help me with the dog. I thanked her for her willingness to help and assured her that I would be just fine. But she continued express her sympathy about the dog, and I finally realized that she just really wanted to help me. So I sat her down and told her that just because she was too young to bring the dog in didn’t mean there weren’t lots of other things she could help me to do. So for the last few minutes before bedtime, I gave Bunchkin a series of small things to do (give the baby his bottle, fetch a diaper for me, help get her siblings ready for bed, etc.) and she was delighted to help. She didn’t mention the dog again and I learned that I need to be careful about what I say around my soft-hearted little girl.

A New Milestone

Today my four year old volunteered to do “chores” by herself for the first time. I’d asked the girls to start on the laundry (putting it away) while I made lunch, and Bitty told her sisters that she wanted to do it by herself so they could go and play. Bundle (our five year old) did eventually help her with hanging up the clothes but for the most part, Bitty did it without the help of her siblings – just to be “loving and serving.” Bitty is our rambunctious girl and while the other two have always been somewhat responsible for their age, Bitty has always been more interested in wrestling and bug collecting than anything else. I’m glad to see this side of her starting to come out. Of course, I tried to hug her and cuddle with her and tell her how proud I was, but she wasn’t the slightest bit interested. Instead, she asked: “Will you buy me some chocolate?!”
Ah, well. It’s a step in the right direction, anyway.