Here is my lovely daughter from 2007 just after her "incident".
You see, there was this sidewalk out front that just jumped up out of no where and attacked her. Such a horrifying moment for any mother. I sued that sidewalk and my husband took a sledge hammer to it so no one else's child would be a risk!
Here's how it really went down.
M, please be careful. Slow down! (obviously not slowing down, running full tilt home from jk because Gigi is there and she wants tea!) M, watch out for the crack! Here I and my husband continued to walk and watch our eldest trip over the sidewalk, slam head first into it. We heard the "thwack" sound, might I add for a couple of seconds that was the ONLY sound from my daughter, then my husband took off after her. Tears flowing, a goose-egg appearing, bloody knees and scraped palms. My stomach hitting the floor and the tears that followed that. We took her home, checked her over, kept her up (sorry Bunk, no nap for you) gave her peppermint tea with Gigi and except for a massive goose-egg, wounded ego and a head-ache, she was fine. Back to playing Barbies and tormenting her little sister.
What did she learn from this, to slow down (sometimes) and watch where you are going. Did it happen again? Yes, but she caught herself, tucked and rolled like a little stunt devil!
What did I learn? I learned that, that "thwack" sound is tied to my uterus and tear ducts and that nothing will stop Gigi from tea time! Oh my lord!
Our in-laws own a trailer in Southern Ontario. It's a nice little park, lots of people driving around drunk on their power carts, thinking they own the place. Music playing from the community barn, bingo nights, campfires, a lake you can barley get down too and a pool that only lets a certain number of people into the fenced in area. 10 people to be exact!
For about a year when we started going here, we always made the girls wait for us if they wanted to go anywhere. Most days those were long, LONG waits! Ugh, yea, lets go to the park for 5min till you get sand in your shoe and freak out. Or lets walk around the block for the 10th time in 30min!! Don't get me wrong, love them, love watching them play in the park and make new friends, but come on! Sometimes, I just want to relax by the fire and watch the stars. You know, boring stuff for a 6 and 7 year old.
SO, I told them to go for a walk on their own. My poor husband's face and the girls too! WHAT!!!
"Go for a walk by your selves!" Independence, embrace it! The quiet... I know I will embrace that!
Some bug spray and a flash light later, with some rules on where they can walk (within eye site and sprinting distance in case something happens) off they went. I won't lie, I did walk to the edge of our lot and watched them totter off, turn the corner, disappear for 2 min, to reappear and turn the corner back to us. They came back! Nothing happened! High-fives all around! Travel mugs were filled with hot cocoa, long sleeves were put on, and off they went. Doing that one little loop around the block over and over again, made their weekend!
The best part now, is that we pull trough the gates to the park, pull over and kick them out. They go to the park, wander around and we get to open the trailer, unload, find some cold drinks and relax, all before they get back.
Now, if only I can let them go to the store walking from our house. Get yo' own slushies!!
I read quiet a few parenting books while pregnant with M. Ok, a lot of them, but nothing prepared me for the challenges of no sterilized water.
You see, my daughter wasn't even a month old when we first made our trek to Chatham (where I am from) for my father's 50th Birthday. I packed EVERYTHING humanly possible for this trip. We were staying at a hotel so in the back of our little car was a playpen, bottles (every single one that we owned) canisters of formula, a case of diapers, 20 different outfits, blankets, stuffies (cause every 3 week old needs toys!) a giant juice jug of sterilized water and then a small bag of our own clothes.
We first stopped at my dads for some hellos and catching up before the festivities the next day and because our hotel check in time was a couple of hours away too. In came a bunch of our necessities along with the formula and water. It was a enjoyable visit and we eventually went to our hotel.
Didn't I realize that I left the water at my dads. M was screaming up a storm. Obviously dying of starvation from her neglectful parents. I as a new mom went into panic mode. Should we trek all the way across town and grab the water? No, we can do this!! So I busted out the hotel kettle, boiled water like a pro and was committed to this endeavor. M is now turning a deep shade of red on the bed from her wailing. Water is boiled! How the hell am I going to cool it down for her to drink it! Gary ran down the hall to the ice machine and we filled bottles with the water and jammed them into the ice bucket and shoved that into the little bar fridges freezer. 5min later M is now purple. There is no soothing her, no nothing. God damn it mom, she is hungry! The water is chilled enough, a bottle is mixed, the savage beast is calmed. I am shaking, her colour is coming back to normal flesh colouring. Then she is asleep and all is good in the world again. The rest of the weekend went off without a hitch. She was passed around, doted on, admired for her calm nature. She's such a good baby! You came all this way with a 3 week old. She must be excellent in the car.
She's great just feed her quickly or things can escalate pretty rapidly.
A week later at our 1 month doctor appointment I told the doctor about how well she travels (she was a week old when she went to her first funeral which was over an hour away) and about my mishap with the water.
Well, doesn't he look at me right in the eye and said "She could of had tap water".
That moment, everything changed. My idea about parenting changed. "She could of had tap water" is my parenting motto. Yes, everyone recommends sterilized water and he did not say, hey, don't worry about that ever. It was, yea, you messed up, it happens, don't stress about it and don't stress her out about it. Shhhh, it happens!
Hi, i'm jodi!
I am a wife to a railroader, mother to two daughters, caretaker of two Golden Retrievers and a Himalayan cat. I live in a small town with a big heart. I enjoy antiquing, furniture re-habbing, D.I.Y's and painting.