Just Don't Count

Whenever I consider sharing parenting advice, I immediately hesitate mentally and think that maybe I should file away whatever idea it is I want to share until Danny and the rest of our (not yet existent) children are twenty-something and well-adjusted in the world.  You know, when I'm a parenting expert.

And then I realize that now is when these ideas are fresh on my mind.  Now is when I am living and breathing parenthood of a two-and-a-half year old and figuring out what works and what doesn't and can speak first hand about it.  And you all are well aware that I'm the first-time parent of one and to take all my advice with a grain of salt.

Right?

Right.

Alrighty then.

One of the very best pieces of parenting advice I ever received was from a good friend and mother of five.  Her name is Gwen and her kids are currently between the ages of 12 and 22.  She said, "Just don't ever count."

"Huh?"

"Yeah.  Just don't count.  You know, when parents tell their kids to do something and then they say it again and then they start counting.  One...  Two... ...and wait for their kids to obey.  I hate that.  Don't ever count.  All that teaches your son is that, for three more seconds, he doesn't have to obey what you are telling him to do."

It made perfect sense to me.  So we never did and I can't tell you how much it's paid off.

Toddlers are smart.  Really smart.  We all know it, but it's easy to forget.  We act as though they haven't heard us or they are too distracted to listen or what not.  Then comes the moment when we mention their favorite movie barely above a whisper in the midst of a noisy room while the stereo is on and our child is engrossed in their favorite game with two of his best friends, and yet despite all of that, he hears the utterance of the movie title.  He immediately comes running and explains in the most articulate manner how he'd like to please watch that movie with a side of popcorn and hot cocoa.

It's then that you realize how grossly you've underestimated him.  And that when you say, "go get your shoes," in a quiet room with his full attention and get no response, it's sheer disobedience.

So armed with this knowledge (and three years experience as a preschool teachers' aide seeing this principle play out again and again), we determined not to count.

The principle behind not counting plays out in multiple scenarios, so we also determined not to repeat ourselves.  (Ok, we still do sometimes.  But we try really hard not to.)

We determined not to engage in the verbal banter that only a toddler can expertly suck you into.  You know how it goes.  "I want it."  "No, Danny."  "But I want it."  "No, Danny."  "But I waaaaant it."  "I said no, Danny!"  We decided to answer him once and then ignore the pleading and redirect to a new activity or set of choices.

We decided not to threaten a negative consequence if Danny doesn't "listen and obey right now" more than once or twice at the start of a day.  We decided that we would give a direction once and expect obedience, and that if we didn't get it, the negative consequence would be administered in love and without delay.

We determined to drag ourselves off the couch each and every time it's required, in order to follow through with carrying out the consequences and rewards of listening to and obeying our words.  (We don't spend much time on the couch.)

We also decided to teach Danny the words "yes, Papa" and "yes, Mama" as early as he could pronounce them and lavishly shower him with praise almost every single time he does listen and obey immediately.  After all, we all respond much better to praise and rewards than to negative consequences.

It's definitely paying off.

I hear from more parents than I can count how hard the age of two and three can be, and can I tell you something?  I'm just not experiencing it.  Of course, we are not at all without challenge in our home.  But by and large, parenting Danny has gotten easier and easier over the last twelve months (since he started walking and talking).  Does he express his will?  Oh, yes-sir-ee, he does.  But we spend more of our day celebrating good behavior and engaging in new and fun experiences, than we spend focused on the bad and it is making parenthood of this age the greatest joy.  I am loving two-and-a-half.

And I'm certain I'll love three-and-a-half even more.

So this is just me, the first-time mother of one, sharing one little tid-bit of parenting advice that's working really well for us right now.  So what great successes have YOU ALL had parenting your little ones?  Please share!!

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Last Week

Last week, I was sick and my mom was here taking care of us.  

 It was a challenging week, but a good week.  

There were morning sessions of bed-head-and-face-squishing.

There were pajamas all day long.

There were puzzles.

And lots and lots and lots of trains.

There were fast food meals

 and lots of home-made meals 

and tickles around the table.

There were hugs and squishes.

There was rest and recuperation.

There was gratitude for a life of generally good health and 

prayers for those who deal with physical and mental illness every day.

All in all... it was a pretty good week.

Important Legacies to Leave

Hole up with the boys from time to time.

  Talking may not be necessary.

  Sit close.

Dig deep and persistently for the treasure.

Slay the dragon. 

Rescue the princess.

Kiss Mama when you get home.

P.S.  Want to see Halloween pictures from last Fall that I never posted?  Just click here.

On the Mend... I think.

I'm sick today.  Here's the saga...  In December we were all sick and after I'd had a sinus infection for a week and a half, I was prescribed an antibiotic amoxicillin.  Two days after finishing that dose, I began having an allergic reaction to the amoxicillin and headed back to my doctor.  He prescribed me a mild steroid called dexamethasone, which was supposed to act as an anti-inflamatory and an immunosuppressant to stop the allergic reaction.  It worked and it curbed my reaction to the amoxicillin, but my body started to react negatively to the dexamethasone.  Actually, the dexamethasone has made me sicker than ever, and even though I took my last dose of that on Friday, I'm still very sick. My body just does NOT like anything foreign in it.  Go figure.  

I am so thankful to my mom, who flew into town Saturday and has basically either been at my side or hung out with Danny so Alejandro can be at my side 24/7 until Thursday.  It's been a rough ride.  I ended up in the ER yesterday and have had the pleasure (not) of experiencing my first several anxiety attacks.  I'm really praying this thing clears out of my body and leaves me well in a hurry.  I would so appreciate your prayers, too. I'm not a very patient sicko.  

Actually, wait, let me back up for a second and clarify.  I am mentally, emotionally, and spiritually very much at peace right now.  I understand that what is happening to my body are side effects of a drug and that nothing dangerous is happening to my body.  It's just painful and uncomfortable.  The anxiety attacks are a physiological reaction that my body is having. I'm also being very closely monitored by Alejandro and my mom to make sure everything stays in the realm of safe and manageable. 

I am, however pretty fuzzy-brained.  Composing this has taken most of the day.  But since I can do little else, we've spent today among the pleasant distractions of movies, laundry, organizing the spice cabinet, sleep, finally uploading this year's Christmas morning video, and chatting.  

And I'm excited to finally share with you 15 minutes from our December 25th!  It was SOOOOO fun!  I went ahead and just put it all together, unedited, because Danny's shouts of joy were just so great through the whole thing.  Plus, my Grandma will enjoy feeling like she was there with us. For those of you who find 15 minutes a little longer than you have to spare just now, skip down to the video below, and you can catch the three and a half best minutes, in which Danny tore open his train set. Man oh man, was that kid excited!! 

Alright, with that, I'm going to sign off, and head back to my place on the couch, and try to kick this thing.  I hope you all are enjoying a fantastic Monday off.  

With Love,

Christmas 2011
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Christmas 2011
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Just Checking In

I'm still here...  I've just been kind of surviving this prescription of a mild steroid that has got my brain fuzzy, my body clumsy and worn down and jittery all at the same time.  I've not posted because it's enough just to get through the day, but also because my creativity has been completely sapped by this thing and because my brain-to-mouth-filter-function is a little... well, absent.  And I might say something I regret.  Fortunately, it does seem to be working.  The negative symptoms are gone and I do have enough energy to work.

But I miss you all terribly and the creative writing process and posting photos and sharing life with you, so I do intend to come back as soon as I'm able.  Just stick with me.  :)  I've got a GREAT video from our Christmas morning, a Dear Danilo post in the making, pictures all the way back from Halloween (eek!), and some other creative ideas in the works involving letters to Compassion Children and a new blog header.

So happy Monday night! (Or is it Tuesday morning now, Rena?)

Love and Hugs,

Meet My Alter Ego

Renee:  So yesterday I saw my doctor.  I adore my doctor.  Blessed, sweet, Jesus-loving, fantastic man that he is, is fixing me.  Yesterday I walked into his exam room, equipped with McDonald's and trains so that Danny could play and eat roll around on the dirty floor while I lay helpless on the exam table to keep him away from germs.  I explained to Dr. Baiza (at Academy Women's Health Care on E. Woodmen Road - in case any of you need an exceptional doctor to serve and listen to you) my plight of exhaustion, itching, weeks of being sick, and total frustration.  He suggested a non-drowsy over-the-counter anti-histamine and said I'd probably just have to ride it out, with a look of sympathy.  Then he took a glance at the welts on my back from scratching and 30 seconds later he was prescribing me dexamethasone. (It's a mild steroid that acts as an anti-inflammatory and immunosuppressant but for those of you who like all the medical details, you can read here.)

Whether this is actually an allergic reaction, or some other virus manifesting itself in the most bizarre of ways, is yet to be seen. But either way, it's amazing how energizing it can be to be heard and cared for.  I've unfortunately found that to be hard to find among medical care these days. It's also amazing how much energy this drug is giving me.  I was warned.  I just never expected Rena to show up and inhabit my body this morning.  Meet my alter ego:

Rena: Hi!  Good morning!  I feel fantastic!  I hope all of you do too!!  Even though I slept four hours last night and was up with Danny three times, I've already had a quiet time with the Lord, got up with Danny, made breakfast for him, breakfast for me (scrambled egg on toast - Renee usually grabs cereal or toast), cleaned the kitchen, ran the dish washer, played downstairs, cleaned up downstairs, played upstairs, and blogged!  And it's not even 9a.m.

Renee: It's a little unreal.  I also feel no aches or pains or general muscle sluggishness that I usually feel in the morning, even when I'm well.  I really love my doctor.

Rena:  So today we are packing a lunch, meeting with four customers, making 30 phone calls, getting all the chores done, working out, going to church, and taking play-breaks throughout the day!  Yeah!  We can DO IT!!

Renee: Uh...  we MAY want to tone it down a bit, just in case my immune system and my brain can't quite keep up with your speed, Rena.

Rena:  Uh, really!?  Because I feel great!  I think I'm about ten years old.  I can actually keep up and keep ahead of Danny!

Renee: Yes, it really is fantastic.  But yes, we really are going to have to consciously tone it down before you send me into cardiac arrest, Rena.

Rena?

Uh, Rena!

Rena: Uh huh?

Renee:  Why are you dancing at 8:45 in the morning?

Rena:  Uh...  I just felt like it.

Renee:  Right...  Have I mentioned to you that I love my doctor?  Did you know that in conversation yesterday (when's the last time you had a conversation with your doctor?), I learned that he puts no cap on the number of state-insured patients he receives?  Most doctors do.  It's a financial thing.  They get paid less from government insurance than they do from private insurance.  Yet Dr. Baiza welcomes one and all.  In his waiting room, you will find women from the nicest part of town, women from the middle part of town, and women who are homeless all sitting next next to each other.

Rena: Wow, that really IS exceptional!

Renee:  Yup.  He even serves prisoners.  Occasionally in the early morning (so as not to scare off the other patients) a woman will be escorted in in cuffs.  "We just take care of everyone," he said, "That's what we do.  I think God honors that."  Indeed He does.

This is the same doctor who helped care for Charmian and Jon's little boy, Pearce, when they found out he was terminally ill and they had been encouraged to abort since he wasn't going to live long past birth.  As a Christ-follower, Dr. Baiza was able to speak to them from a medical and a moral perspective.  God was truly honored that day.

So have I mentioned I love my doctor?

Rena:  So why don't you marry him, huh?

Renee:  Oh, shut up.

Alright, folks, it's time to get Danny, Rena, and myself into the shower and ready for our day.  This should be an interesting one!  Watch out, if you see us coming.  ;-)

Remember?

Remember last Spring when I was sick a million and one times? Remember when they put me on the antibiotic amoxicillin? Remember when two days after finishing the dose, I started itching all over my entire body for no apparent reason and didn't have hives or a rash or any other symptom except exhaustion and the doctor thought it was mono? Remember how it took five weeks to go away and nothing would help except benadryl, which also happens to incapacitate me for twelve hours?

Remember how I was sick twice in December right before Christmas? Remember how they put me on the antibiotic amoxicillin again (and how I DIDN'T remember what happened last time)?

:-|

I finished it four days ago. This is day two of uncontrollable exhaustion-inducing inexplicable make-me-want-to-tear-my-hair-out itching. At 9pm I couldn't stay awake. At 3am I couldn't sleep.

I want to cry.

Actually I already have.