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altarflame) wrote2009-06-03 04:52 pm
altarflame) wrote2009-06-03 04:52 pm
I love this family of mine.
Aaron recently figured out how to get on the roof of our house. It isn't very hard; we have a deck outside with posts up to a low, slanted part, and from there you just get on up. I mean, it's not something any of the other kids (or I) can do, but this is Aaron we're talking about. So he tells us and Grant goes out and spots him and lets him walk around feeling like king of the world for a few minutes and then stays close by while he gets down, which is still tricky and a little tedious. Grant also tells him to only do this with him, since he can catch him if he falls or help him down if he needs it.
Then yesterday afternoon, Grant was lying down with a migraine and Aaron asked me if he could go outside and get on the roof. I said he could when Daddy was up, but not by himself, and that it should only be awhile. Time passes. I hear thuds and thunks above my head. I sigh.
So I brought him in with the intent to stand him in the corner and then ground him for the next day, on the grounds that I can no longer trust him to obey my limits while outside. But when he gets in, we start talking, and I tell him, "Aaron, I know you have really incredible balance and climbing skills. We both know you are way better than most kids your age at getting on the roof. But everybody falls sometimes. You even fall sometimes. And that's high enough that if you fall, you're likely to break your arm. Or your neck. Someone has to at least be out there to KNOW you got hurt, so we can take care of you and get you to a hospital, you know? What if you fell off the roof and I didn't even know you were up there, and when it got dark I went to check on you and you were out there passed out from pain, lying with a broken arm?"
He meets me eye to eye looking suddenly distraught, to say, "I never thought of anything like that!"
And I was like, "I don't think you realize that most other parents wouldn't let their kids get up on the roof at all. But we understand you love doing stunts and you are super physical, and so we let you do almost anything you ask, as long as you let us keep you safe...like riding your bike down all those stairs in Boston with Daddy running alongside, or getting on the giant rollercoaster at Busch Gardens when you were only 6. We're willing to let you try almost anything as long as you let us keep you safe. You're not ready to know what's safe on your own yet".
As illustrated by the inches from hit by bus on bike incident from several months back that nearly killed ME. He agreed, and his punishment ended up being having to have the same talk with Daddy when he got up and no tag team trip to the roof like he would've had otherwise. Aaron is so easy to teach, so willing to HEAR, it's nuts.
Along with this sort of nonsense, I am also dealing with the neverending and hopeless search for a strapless training bra. I see tons of suitable looking things online - just tubes of white cotton with elastic along the top and bottom - but starting at 32 widths, if not 34. I have this daughter that wants to spend the whole summer in tank tops and sundresses who has a 28 chest, but is starting to look downright awkward and....jiggly, almost :x....with no bras. And she's HORRIFIED by the idea of anyone (gasp) SEEING HER BRA. This is a more pressing issue than it would be otherwise because of the near-daily jaunts into water play, be it rain or hose or sprinklers. We were at the zoo yesterday at one of the splash pads and it got pretty ridiculous, Grant and I were just looking at each other like, "Uh oh..." I feel bad for her even dealing with this sort of crap at nine. She doesn't care. It's not her fault she's almost 5 feet tall and is getting boobs all of a sudden, she just wants to play in the water.
SPEAKING of the zoo yesterday. I have oh so many pictures and I know you want to see! Some of them are kind of awesome.
Isaac, random.
These crazy little rubber frogs that sometimes appear in calendars...apparently they really look JUST LIKE THAT!
"It should not be so humid in this dessert!"
Jake, Elise and their curly afros.
Here I can say, no. No,they are not all mine.
So this bicycle thing was kind of awesome. Our zoo is really huge. Elise is yelling "Cheese!"
Annie said, "Hey, I'll bet next time we come they'll have eggs!"
Giraffe feeding station - SO AWESOME.
New water play area by the new Amazon exhibit, which is more like a whole other zoo attached to the old one....
Wet, it's strange how hard it can be to tell Aaron and Jake apart. This is Aaron.
These are Jake.
Then yesterday afternoon, Grant was lying down with a migraine and Aaron asked me if he could go outside and get on the roof. I said he could when Daddy was up, but not by himself, and that it should only be awhile. Time passes. I hear thuds and thunks above my head. I sigh.
So I brought him in with the intent to stand him in the corner and then ground him for the next day, on the grounds that I can no longer trust him to obey my limits while outside. But when he gets in, we start talking, and I tell him, "Aaron, I know you have really incredible balance and climbing skills. We both know you are way better than most kids your age at getting on the roof. But everybody falls sometimes. You even fall sometimes. And that's high enough that if you fall, you're likely to break your arm. Or your neck. Someone has to at least be out there to KNOW you got hurt, so we can take care of you and get you to a hospital, you know? What if you fell off the roof and I didn't even know you were up there, and when it got dark I went to check on you and you were out there passed out from pain, lying with a broken arm?"
He meets me eye to eye looking suddenly distraught, to say, "I never thought of anything like that!"
And I was like, "I don't think you realize that most other parents wouldn't let their kids get up on the roof at all. But we understand you love doing stunts and you are super physical, and so we let you do almost anything you ask, as long as you let us keep you safe...like riding your bike down all those stairs in Boston with Daddy running alongside, or getting on the giant rollercoaster at Busch Gardens when you were only 6. We're willing to let you try almost anything as long as you let us keep you safe. You're not ready to know what's safe on your own yet".
As illustrated by the inches from hit by bus on bike incident from several months back that nearly killed ME. He agreed, and his punishment ended up being having to have the same talk with Daddy when he got up and no tag team trip to the roof like he would've had otherwise. Aaron is so easy to teach, so willing to HEAR, it's nuts.
Along with this sort of nonsense, I am also dealing with the neverending and hopeless search for a strapless training bra. I see tons of suitable looking things online - just tubes of white cotton with elastic along the top and bottom - but starting at 32 widths, if not 34. I have this daughter that wants to spend the whole summer in tank tops and sundresses who has a 28 chest, but is starting to look downright awkward and....jiggly, almost :x....with no bras. And she's HORRIFIED by the idea of anyone (gasp) SEEING HER BRA. This is a more pressing issue than it would be otherwise because of the near-daily jaunts into water play, be it rain or hose or sprinklers. We were at the zoo yesterday at one of the splash pads and it got pretty ridiculous, Grant and I were just looking at each other like, "Uh oh..." I feel bad for her even dealing with this sort of crap at nine. She doesn't care. It's not her fault she's almost 5 feet tall and is getting boobs all of a sudden, she just wants to play in the water.
SPEAKING of the zoo yesterday. I have oh so many pictures and I know you want to see! Some of them are kind of awesome.
Isaac, random.
These crazy little rubber frogs that sometimes appear in calendars...apparently they really look JUST LIKE THAT!
"It should not be so humid in this dessert!"
Jake, Elise and their curly afros.
Here I can say, no. No,they are not all mine.
So this bicycle thing was kind of awesome. Our zoo is really huge. Elise is yelling "Cheese!"
Annie said, "Hey, I'll bet next time we come they'll have eggs!"
Giraffe feeding station - SO AWESOME.
New water play area by the new Amazon exhibit, which is more like a whole other zoo attached to the old one....
Wet, it's strange how hard it can be to tell Aaron and Jake apart. This is Aaron.
These are Jake.
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BTW, I'll keep an eye out here and see if I find any for a decent price, I have to find a lingerie store with my GF anyway cause she can't find a bra anywhere on base. 34 DDD for some reason just isn't in stock! HA!
The zoo pics are indeed wonderful, and looked like a bunch of fun. We went to the San Diego zoo a couple years ago and got to feed the giraffes there...poor Kent got SLIMED by one of them. It was hilarious!
Yes I'm doing much better. Still in physical therapy and dealing with nerves settling and making my feet going crazy once in a while and a bit of pain. My back muscles are very weak, and I've put on 10 lbs since all this started considering I'm not allowed to move like I'm used to and all the steroids they pumped me with. So it's a slow process, but I am feeling better...but just fat. LOL I'm trying to watch what I eat, but the closest I'm getting is watching what I eat go into my mouth!