Wednesday, November 28, 2012

what we're working on, what's working.

this post has been swimming around in my head for the past week or two. today's the day it's turning from thoughts to pixels.

so, here goes. three year olds: cute, awesome, fun – challenging. we're not the first family to be confronted with the laundry list of... um... undesirable behavior coming from our preschooler at what feels like a rapid-fire pace sometimes, i know. and we certainly won't be the last.

and finding the balance between letting bonzo be who he is but keeping limits in place – for my benefit and his – can be tough.

but i wanted to write this post because we've been having a nice run of success over here so i thought i'd share what's working for us. as always, these things remain fluid and change as circumstances do but it feels good to reach into my toolbox and actually have a tool for the job – instead of feeling around in an empty toolbox and wondering what the ef to do next! and by no means is this picture perfect parenting. it's a work in progress, people. i'm a work in progress.

anyways, the stuff that's coming up that we're working on is:
1. spitting. not actual projectile saliva, more of a quick motorboat/raspberry. the feeling behind it is sometimes defiant and sometimes completely neutral. but it's not my favorite either way, i have to tell you.
2. rudeness. you know, plain old rudeness. demanding, unfriendly – call it what you will, it can drive me bonkers.
3. bossy bossy bossiness. comes with the territory of being three. it all does, really. but it can be a patience tester, right?
4. gentleness. he's three, we've established that. and he's hardly a bull in a china shop kinda guy. i'd actually classify him as a very gentle guy by nature. but sometimes, primarily with his baby sister, he likes to push the ol' envelope a bit. it's almost always out of over-excitement or idle-boredome but still. we're working on that, too.

so those are my four biggest issues around here these days. rather than trying to just extinguish the stuff i'm not digging, i'm just trying to harness it. to give it its time and place. a wholesale no isn't the answer  – it almost never is!

so instead i'm trying to anticipate. it's exhausting but life's exhausting these days and i'd rather be exhausted from anticipating moods, reactions, feelings than exhausted from mopping them up. bonzo starts to unravel when he's hungry, thirsty, tired, bored, disconnected. duh, all the obvious stuff. but trying to stay one step ahead – and frankly, even just an inch ahead – really helps keep the train on the tracks.

this is an important one with bonz being gentle with his baby sister. those idle moments are tough. i can just see it in bonzo's face – he's just looking for something to do even if it's icky. and sometimes that means he's headed straight for his sister. he's never intentionally hurt her, thankfully but he'll push things a little too far for my comfort – or hers. and same goes for the times where he's just so overcome with excitement or energy that he'll head right over to mushy and his enthusiasm is just... well... too much. so i try to anticipate those times and be there to physically hold a limit and not allow him to take out his energy – positive or negative – on her. redirecting those punches-in-the-air to punches-on-the-pillows, putting my body between his and hers. reminding him to keep it gentle before he has a chance to not keep it gentle. and staying as connected with him as possible during the day is so important. it just feels good for both of us and it comes quite naturally to want to shower him with love – but sometimes the to-do list starts taking over and/or his behavior will not exactly elicit my most loving feelings and the first spark of disconnection will flare. noticing that shift and slowing down to connect can stop a spark from becoming a blaze. so i try to keep us connected and keep things positive. special time is always a good thing, but if we're about to work against the clock to get out of the door i'll give him some opportunity to kick some ass and be rad. i'll ask him for his help or his input and watch him shine, i'll give him some cuddles and love and fill up his little cup a bit so when we need to get down to business he's in the mindset to work together, not against each other. but it's not always realistic that i'm a moment ahead, feelings come up – that's just how it goes. so we feel them fully and move on.

and, as always, acknowledging is a biggie. bonzo's tryin' on some new hats on for size, you know? he's figuring stuff out. for one, what it feels like to be bossy and demanding and say rude stuff! he's experiencing what it's like to push the envelope just a little further than he did last time – maybe squeezing his baby sister just a smidge harder than yesterday's squeeze. yes it sucks for me sometimes but it's his process. we're not going to completely side-step it. it's happening. so acknowledging it helps. and that means two ways: to myself, for starters. it helps me not resist it, therefore magnifying it and making it harder on us all. and acknowledging him makes him feel seen, heard and... well... acknowledged. so even if i am going to ask him to stop what he's doing, i do try my best to state what i'm seeing first. sometimes it's a statement of awe – like, "wow, i see you're running your fingers through your smoothie that spilled on the table! it looks like finger paint, huh?! i'd like to clean that up before it gets all over your clean clothes." sometimes it looks like this, "i'm seeing you squeeze mushy's arm too hard. if you can't sit next to her and treat her gently, you can't sit next to her." and sometimes it's like this, "you're shouting your words at me. it's too bossy. can you take a deep breath and try again?" (we try do-overs quite a bit. he'll often know exactly what to do on his second – or third – try but if not, we'll come up with ideas together and sometimes we'll go into a full reenactment! it lifts the mood and helps a bunch).

then there's a combination of acknowledging while rolling it into play. i like the way this has been going down around here because the play is happening when we're both feeling it. i think play is wonderful and effective but playing when i'm feeling pushed too far past my brink feels false and way too mixed-message-y to me.

there are three places bonz can do his spits: the bath, the shower, outside. so, often when we're in one of those places – usually in the shower together – i'll initiate spitting time and we'll go off with the spits. it echos like crazy and we'll make the loudest spitting noises we know how. it's fun to just be silly but it's especially fun because bonzo feels like i'm down with his cause! i'm not always saying no no no to it – instead i'm engaging in the spitting, with him and he loves it. seriously, it works on many levels: we're connecting, he's getting to do his thing – and not be told no – and it also takes the behavior (in this case, spitting) and makes it less of a hot-button issue, you know? it's worked so well. now when he spits? i'll ask him in a fun way to save it for the shower. and we'll smirk at each other knowing we'll play our silly game later. another way this works is when, say, he's practicing his dives on the bed instead of getting dressed – or other awesomeness along those lines. it can drive me a bit insane. especially if we're working against the clock. so if i can take a deep breath and acknowledge what he's doing before i'm too irked to be playful, i'll let him know i'm checking out what he's doing: "yeah! you're doing your dives dude!" and then i'll try engage in it with him while putting a limit in place: "those are big dives! i'm going to watch you do three more dives and then we're gettin' dressed!".
he's almost always happy to have my attention, an audience and a shot to just do what he wants to do. then when the three times are up, they're up. he's either able to roll with it (which is usually the case) or he'll use that limit as something to push against and unload some pent up feelings. and that's the way it goes. success either way: the train stays on the tracks or feelings get felt and offloaded – so the train can get back on the tracks. and, really – if nothing's "working", that's bonzo's way of asking for, begging for, neeeeeding a limit. even though that's the very thing it seems he's resisting.

and since all that's working so well, we've been taking a similar approach with being rude and/or bossy. we let our "rudies" and "bossies" out during play time. we just make a game of it and we'll egg each other on making up things to say in the ruuuuudest way we can – which turns out to just be cooky and not really rude. but it gives bonz designated time to let it rip, to try different things to say and different ways to say them. and it's actually silly, fun time for me too. plus it gives me a clue in to what topics/issues he might be working on in that little noggin of his. so when the demands start flyin' and things start getting a little too rude, bonz will hear something like this, "that's too rude, friend. but hey – let's let our rudies out when we get home, wanna?" sometimes just the mere idea of having time later to let it fly is enough to shift the tide. (and if not, see above: he needs the limit.)

so there's all that stuff – that i can do with bonzo. and then there's the stuff i can do to myself. and that's watching my reactions. oh, it's so easy to get pissed/huffy/reactionary/irked/chapped/angry and react accordingly. that's a part of life and i can't always check my every feeling. buttons get pushed, triggers get triggered and reactions ensue. probably the hardest – yet most important, naturally – part of all this is not letting it get to me; staying calm in the face of mass irritation, showing bonzo that i can handle his feelings without faltering. i mean, if he thinks i can't handle it, it's not like he'll feel secure enough to get himself back on track. he'll trip out and the spiral of negativity spirals on. plus, a big reaction also gives a bunch of power to the behavior which just so happens to be the exact opposite of what i'd like to do in most cases. so yeah. it's the most important part of my job: staying calm, cool and collected. it's the single most over-played expression but seriously: keep calm and carry on. it can feel like the ultimate challenge some days but i make it a daily mission.

so there's anticipating, acknowledging, playing, keeping calm – and then there's limits. i'd say watching my reactions and setting/holding limits are of equal importance. when all else fails, if i can remember those two tidbits: watching my reactions, setting and holding limits i think we'll be a-okay.

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Monday, November 12, 2012

getting a grip, getting it together.

when i'm able to see things clearly, i can recognize that the past six months have been a bit of a whirlwind... and i can be a little more forgiving with myself for not staying on top of the things that i want to stay on top – at least to the degree that i want to stay on top of them (ie: housework, cooking, hobbies etc).

but then there's another part of me that seriously wonders why i can't have a perfectly clean house, dinner on the table every evening, a beautifully stocked refrigerator and time to do things for myself to-boot.

then there's also the part of me that feels overwhelmed defeated before i even attempt to pull it together. for example: grocery shopping, cooking, eating. you know the expression know better, do better? sometimes i feel like it's know better, feel paralyzed. here's the thing – i'm pretty interested in nutrition so i feel like i've got the "know" part pretty down. but lately i've realized that it's overwhelming me instead of empowering me.

i know that we eat well. quality is really important to me, we buy organic produce, grassfed beef blah blah blah. we're not eating spaghetti-o's and ding dongs. but i feel like i'm drowning sometimes because i know our diets are too grain-heavy (and i'm not even soaking/dehydrating/sprouting them!) and that we don't eat as much produce as i know we should. more white flour is consumed at this house than should be (ie: none) and oils that i know are shitty (canola and safflower, i'm talking to you) still weasel their way into my kitchen even though i wouldn't buy them by the bottle. sigh. it gets overwhelming, you know? like, i know what to do – um, eat a real food diet – but i feel like i just cannot make it happen to the degree i know i should. i mean, we're doing alright. we're not buying junk, we do eat real food. but still, i fret over it.

i think what i'm trying to say is what i know we should be eating and what we're actually eating aren't matching up quite as i'd like. i'm not so deluded that i can't see what's right with this picture... but i guess i'm just trying to come to terms with finding the space where i can exist peacefully: feed my family and feel good about it and not worry or feel guilty if taco tuesday is complete with (organic!) white flour tortillas.

i love reading about health and nutrition but i need to work on being okay with the fact that i'm not juicing greens everyday or that – despite headlines – we eat rice quite a bit. or that i'm not routinely fermenting and sprouting stuff on my kitchen counter. that dinner on the table is dinner on the table, even if a jar or can was opened to make it happen. (see below!)

so yeah. i'm getting a grip. and getting it together. for the first time in a while i feel like i've hit a little stride where i can actually (hopefully?) sustain it, too.

i'm trying to get serious about meal planning. you know, figuring out what we'll eat for the week then going to the grocery store and buying the items necessary to do so. revolutionary, i know. but seriously, the past six months have been filled with way too many unprepared-for trips to whole foods where i fill a cart, pay out the nose for it, get home, put it away and then lament that there's nothing to eat. it actually makes me feel so shitty just thinking about it – the wasted food, the wasted money.

last week i planned and shopped for our meals and i'm not the only one who thought it ruled. um, not having the what-do-you-feel-like-having-for-dinner conversation at 5 o'clock every night? so nice. the energy in the entire household is affected – for the better.

i think i'm also going to adopt a housework-schedule, too. a fact's a fact: i am more relaxed and happy when my house is clean and organized. my threshold for clutter and disarray is admittedly quite low. i mean, this stuff has to get done but it's so easy – for me at least – to not do a little something if i can't do everything (yeah, read above).

my hope is that i can free up a little time to do the million other things i want to do – like redesign my blog. um, post on my blog! get crafty, take pictures. all the stuff that gets shelved day after day to make room for the stuff that has to get done.

balance exists, i know it does. and if i can make my way to this space a little more, i'll share some things that are helping me find it along the way.

for now, i'll leave you with our new favorite crockpot recipe for chicken. it's so easy that even calling it a recipe is a stretch. it's entirely possible that i'm the last human to make this discovery but i'm quite happy to have made it!

put a couple (2-4) boneless skinless breasts of chicken in the crockpot, cover it with trader joe's salsa verde (2-3 jars, depending on the size of your crockpot and the amount of chicken used) and turn that mofo on. when it's done, shred it and make tacos. it's so delish. and it's even better the next day so use it in a salad, make a sandwich or have leftover tacos.
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i'm still working on making my own beans – and, you know, having them actually taste good. so lately – ahem – we've been using canned!

Thursday, November 1, 2012

okay, it's officially fall

oh, hello november. how'd you get here so fast?

this is the time of year where i start believing that fall is actually here. it's usually in the 80s until halloween here so the weather doesn't really help convince me that the seasons have changed. and even though the forecast still shows 80ยบ temps for the next few days, it's hard to deny that it's fall when the calendar page gets flipped to november. it's just a slippery slope 'til the new year. hold on tight.

it was another homemade halloween this year – and baby's first! truth be told, halloween is probably my least favorite holiday. i mean, i like the sweet, wholesome aspects of it but i pretty much loathe the scary decorations, the churned out character costumes, the sugar frenzy. ick.

i'm secretly glad that bonzo hasn't become halloween-obsessed yet, too. he's pretty iffy about the whole concept and that's a-okay with me. i know it won't always be this way but i'm quite stoked to have another year with him happy not to go door-to-door and load up on candy. in fact, i'm thrilled that he has no interest in candy whatsoever. he's never had it and isn't even curious about it. ignorance is bliss – for me and him!

for the third year in a row, we had my mom, chooch's parents and two of our best friends and their two kiddos who are just about the same age as bonz and mushy over to have dinner, hang out and answer the door for the neighborhood trick-or-treaters.

bonz is equal parts intrigued and afraid of the kids coming to the door. he enjoyed from a distance. and since he was pretty uninterested in wearing a costume, i made him a costume that wore him.

some cardboard, an exacto-knife, hot glue and paint – and a little help from bonz – and voila.
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and who better to be a – cashmere! – apple than our sweetest baby girl? this was the fastest turn-around knitting project i've ever done. i decided at the last minute that i wanted to (at least try to) bust it out in time for halloween. there was some serious knittin' going on over here for the last few days! i found a simple leaf pattern online, knit my favorite beanie and there we had it: red yarn, brown i-cord, leaf and...
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... red delicious.
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a few days ago, i'd pulled out bonzo's baby bear hoodie for mushy – she'll fit into it soon! bonzo pulled it out of the drawer yesterday and immediately wanted to get involved. explaining fit and sizing to a three year old? um, it falls on deaf ears. he was convinced it would fit if we could just give it a try. so we did and, truth be told, i was proven wrong. it did fit. according to bonzo, at least. so there we were, halloween morning, getting ready to zip over to whole foods, with bonzo in the teeniest, tiniest hoodie you ever did see and totally down to walk out the door and head on our way.
we got a few puzzled glances while we were out but he was pleased as punch in his skin-tight jacket.
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much to choo choo's dismay, i decided not to buy enormous bags of fun-sized sugar bombs. so we tried something new this year. we're the house that handed out pretzels. still junk, if we're calling a spade a spade, but a little less junky than twix and kit-kats, right?

our first wave of patrons came and as i was filling little bags and jack-o-lantern buckets, choo choo saw one ten year old mouth to her gal pal with a touch of dismay, "it's pretzels." i didn't catch it but they politely said thank you and down the driveway they went, in search of what they really wanted.

then he told me what'd happened – it was the line of the night! it's pretzels.
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