When Three Became Four

Happy New Year, friends! I hope you all had a wonderful holiday.

I just wanted to take a minute to introduce you all to our new family member, Johnny.

If you follow me on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram then you’ve already met him. If you don’t, let me explain…

Johnny is the kid‘s new puppet that he got for Christmas. Originally, he asked for a vintroliquist dummy. However, those are super creepy and totally freak me out. So, we compromised.

The Kid loves him and he is now our second son.

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At @Target getting John an outfit. Seriously. #puppet #TheKid

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Johnny’s new outfit. #puppet #puppetlife #TheKid A photo posted by Bree Glenn (@breeglenn) on

Back to School: The Woe is Us Edition

Despite not falling asleep until darn near 11 p.m., even though he went to bed at 8:30 p.m., the kid woke up this morning bright eyed and bushy tailed.

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Everything started off, great. He got up and he ate his breakfast, with very few complaints. Then, it happened…

“I don’t want to wear that outfit anymore.”

“I don’t want to wear this one either.”

“I don’t want to brush my teeth. You do it. Never mind, I’ll do it.”

10 minutes later, I found him playing in the bathroom. He still hadn’t brushed his teeth.

He finally finds the outfit he wants to wear. I iron it, and assume everything will be OK moving forward.

“Ugh! I hate these underwear. They’re too big.”

Changes into a new pair.

“Arrg! I hate these too. They’re too small.”

At this point, I’m wondering if Mr. Goldilocks will ever find the perfect pair that fit “just right.” Finally, finally, he found a pair he could live with – while only complaining a little bit.

He puts on his clothes, and I hold my breath hoping he doesn’t have any complaints – especially since it’s his third outfit.

Then, it’s time to put on his shoes (his new shoes he begged for) and get ready to go.

“I hate these shoes! The laces don’t tie right and the tongue moves to the side.”

Puts on a second pair. No complaints. Phew! I quickly kiss the hubs goodbye and usher the kid out the door.

As we’re walking to the car…

Wait for it…

“I hate these shoes! They’re too small!”

Seriously.

The entire ride to school he fussed about these shoes. Ranting and raving about how much he hated them would be attending the first day, shoeless.

I park the car, and take a deep breath before telling him, calmly, that he would be wearing shoes – those shoes he’s currently glaring at. I told him that he was doing to have an awesome day, and learn lots of fun things. He (begrudgingly) agreed, although a bit peeved.

We get out of the car, and walk into the school. He’s still upset.

Then he sees his best friend. All of a sudden, his shoes don’t matter. He gives me a big old kiss, tells me he loves me and runs to play. All is right in his world.

I get the car, take another deep breath and wonder if 8 a.m. is too early to have a drink.

So, that was my morning. How did your kid(s) first day go?

It’s Back to School Time

School started to day, for the kid. This morning was definitely a test of my patience and I’ll be posting about it later today. However, to tide you over and overwhelm you with cuteness, here is a cute collage documenting his first days of school for the past four years.

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Guess who’s 8 years old today?

The kid turns eight today, and as tradition dictates, I wanted to write him a letter, on his special day.

thekid_tmwmMy wonderfully, rambunctious boy, words cannot describe how much joy you bring to my life. With you, everyday is an adventure and your dad and I can’t wait to see what this next year has in store. You keep us on our toes, in ways I never imagined, and I am so, so, so happy to call you mine. You, my son, can be described in so many ways. You are loving, funny, creative, emotional, sensitive, impatient and so easily excited. Simply put, you are “you,” and I wouldn’t take you any other way.

At 8 years old, you are in full-on “boy mode.” You love drawing; writing stories; playing outside; getting dirty; giving your mother a heart attack, with your daring feats; LEGOs; all things super heroes (Marvel over DC, obvs); sneakers; Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles; and video games. Your interests are so diverse, and that’s what makes you the special boy you are.

Parenting you is the best kind of challenge, the kind that has taught me so much, and made me grow as a person. It has changed the way I think and the way I approach almost everything. It’s shown me what it’s like to put someone’s needs before your own – every single time.

But, most of all, being your mom has taught me the true meaning of unconditional love, and I do love you, so very much.

Love,

Mommy

On breastfeeding…

When I first found out I was pregnant with the kid, I knew – without a doubt – that I would breastfeed (or at least try). I don’t know if it was because I was working at a hospital and knew the benefits, or if I was convinced by all the pro-breastfeeding advertising on the baby websites I was frequenting. Either way, I’d made the decision that I was going to try my hardest to nurse him for a year.

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This, of course, meant that after my eight weeks of maternity leave were up, that I’d be pumping at work. BTW, You never know humility, until you’re sitting at your desk, with the office door closed, hooked up to a machine like a glorified milk cow.

Read more about my breastfeeding journey over on Diary of a First Time Mom, where myself and 30 or so other fabulous lady bloggers are telling our stories to promote breastfeeding in the African-American community.

Wednesday Ramblings

TMwM Wednesday Ramblings

Go the F**k to Sleep: Why, oh why won’t my kid go to sleep? Doesn’t he realize how AWESOME sleep is? Seriously, I just don’t get it. I can’t wait until he actually likes to sleep. I plan on interrupting it, as often as I can. I can’t wait. (Does that make me a bad parent? Oh well. 😉 ) Do your kids go to sleep when they’re supposed to? If so, how did you accomplish that magic trick?

Weird-a** Family: I know you guys have seen those super-weird Sprint Framily commercials. What. The. Eff? Really, whose idea were they? I just don’t get it – at all. Although, I gotta say, I love Gor-don. Have you seen the commercials? What do you think: pretty cool, or pretty stupid?

An obsession, renewed: We haven’t had cable for more than a year, relying on digital services for entertainment. Recently, we were offered a deal through AT&T that was too good to pass up. Anywho, once the cable was hooked up, I was hooked on – The Pioneer Woman, that is. And, as a bonus, the kid loves it as well. What’s your favorite TV show to watch with your kids?

So… What’s going on, in your world?

Seven, going on seventeen.

The Kid Seventh Birthday PicToday, my son, my baby, my big boy, you turn 7-years-old.

You, my dear son are so full of energy, so full of life.

You are the very definition of rambunctious.

You are, at times, seven going on seventeen.

You make every day an adventure.

You are, as they say, “all boy. “

You’re current interests (obsessions) are superheroes, play fighting, martial arts, robots, and – much to my chagrin – parkour.

I am grateful, that at seven, you still want to snuggle with me and your dad (“Snugs ‘n Hugs,” as we call it).

For seven years, you have brought excitement, frustration, happiness and love into my life.

I can’t imagine a world without you.

I love you, and I thank God every day that he gifted me with you.

Happy birthday, baby.

All Aboard: Thomas the Train is coming to metro Detroit, and I’m giving away FOUR tickets!

Four years ago, the hubs and I took the kid to see Thomas the Train at Greenfield Village, here in metro Detroit. Well, Thomas is back this year, larger than life, to give local kiddos the ride of their life. I’m so excited, because even though the kid doesn’t remember it (he was only 2.5), we all had an awesome time, and I can’t wait to go back!

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The Hubs and Kid in 2009

The Deets

Thomas The Tank Engine® Pulls into Greenfield Village on April 27. He’ll be there April 28, May 4 – 5 and May 11-12.

The Day out with Thomas: The Go Go Thomas Tour 2013 provides kiddos the opportunity to climb aboard and take a ride with Thomas as well as participate in Thomas & Friends themed activities.

For three back-to-back weekends, little engineers and their families are invited to take a 25 minute ride around Greenfield Village on their favorite engine, meet Sir Topham Hatt®, Controller of the Railway and enjoy a day of Thomas & Friends themed activities including arts & crafts, storytelling and more.

Thomas the Tank Engine rides depart every 30 minutes, rain or shine. Departure times begin at 9:30 am through 5:00 pm each day of the event. Tickets for the Day out with Thomas: The Go Go Thomas Tour 2013 are $11.75 for members, age 1 year and older and includes free admission to Greenfield Village. Ticket prices for non-member children age 1-4 is $11.75, youth age 5-12 is $27.75, adults age 13-61 is $33.75 and seniors age 62 and up is $32.75.

Tickets are on sale now by calling The Henry Ford at 313-982-6001 or visiting www.thehenryford.org.

The event, is now in its 18th year, and is presented by HIT Entertainment and sponsored by MEGA Brands and Hard Rock Hotels.

The Giveaway

Before you head over to the website to buy tickets, you should know I’m giving away four tickets to the event! So, be sure to enter the giveaway below!
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Thomas the Train has always been a favorite around the Glenn household. For more information, please visit them online or follow them on Facebook and Twitter.

Looking for another chance to win? Bargains to Bounty is also hosting a Day out with Thomas ticket giveaway

 

Disclaimer: I was provided passes to the Day out with Thomas, in exchange for hosting this giveaway. However, all opinions are my own.

Feminist Boymom

Mommy and The KidStereotypically speaking, feminists are normally portrayed as being anti-marriage, anti-family and anti-baby. Personally, I disagree. I’m sure there are some who don’t want marriage and kids, but the same could be said for every type of woman.

You see, I’m a feminist.

You’re not? That’s OK. Mind if I ask you why?

I mean, the definition of a feminist is someone who “advocates for social, political, legal and economic rights for women equal to those of men.”

And, how could anyone not want that?

As a feminist, and a boymom, I feel I have a responsibility to teach him:

  • that little girls can do anything he can do. I mean, they may do it differently, but they (we) can most certainly get it done.
  • that as a boy, he is no better (or no worse) than his girl counterparts.
  • to treat them with respect, and expect to be treated the same in return.

This is something I work hard at, every day. I want to make sure I’m drivnig the message home.

What about you? Are you a feminist boymom? How do you make sure your boy(s) embrace an “equality for women” mindset?

 

Somewhat related – Mocha Dad recently wrote a post, that I think every boydad should read: Fathers Must Teach Their Sons That Rape is Unacceptable.  It’s in response to incredibly skewed, victim-blaming media coverage of the Steubenville rape trial. 

The one where I bare my (mommy) soul.

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I am at my wits end. No. Scratch that. I passed the ‘wits end’ stage a long time ago. I just don’t know what to do with this boy. I know he knows the right thing to do. What I don’t know is if he doesn’t do it because his mind just won’t let him, or if he just doesn’t give a crap. He’s just six-years-old. Should he really be at the “I don’t give a crap” stage in life, yet?

I don’t know. But, what I do know is that his horrible behavior is putting a strain on everything and everyone around him. He’s like a poison. Toxic. I should feel bad, even thinking these things. But, I don’t. And, they’re true.  From the time he wakes up, to the time he goes to sleep, he’s in full-on terror mode.

I know it’s probably our fault, that he’s the way he is. It’s always the parents’ fault, right? But, I can’t fathom what we could’ve done to cause him to behave so badly. According to reports, from our families, both my husband and I were fairly mild-mannered children.

It seems, that with him, things get worse, the older he gets. I thought kids were supposed to grow out of this stuff?

And, nothing we seem to do – in the way of discipline – seems to work. Timeouts, spankings, yelling, talking, punishments, etc. You name it, and we’ve tried it – to no avail. And, we HATE yelling, or any other form of aggressive discipline. But, they’re only so many ineffective timeouts we can take.

We’re running out of options, here. I’m not sure if it’s an attentional thing like ADD, or what. But, something’s got to give.

A while back, Legacy Publishing Company reached out to me, to review their Total Transformation Program. I, of course, jumped at the chance. Because you know… we’re desperate over here. But, when it came in the mail, the kid was in a good place, behavior-wise. So, I kind of forgot about it.

But, now that things have gone to complete and utter poo – again –  I’m diving in head first.

You know, for the first time – in a long time – I’m feeling kind of optimistic. It feels good to be proactive – instead of reactive.

I’ll be posting updates, regularly, to let you know how it’s working.

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