Holiday recap

So it started with Christmas Eve. There was only one parental meltdown and one child meltdown - not bad Costello's!! We will leave names out.

"Just Dance" was performed with a friend early in the evening.

Ethan DeeJayed some awesome musical mayhem - if you consider John Denver to be awesome.

Cookies were set out for dinner. No seriously, I would never just give them that. I gave them a block of cheese and crackers in the car, too. Gavin and I visited a local church for a Christmas service, lots of classic songs and a good children's performance. We went home to pick up the rest of the clan to go in search of a stable we had heard about - hey! Where have I heard that before? This is a dromedary camel - very cool - you can read about him here.

Then we took this picture...

And sent them all to bed.

FYI: Dennis did not condone the skull and cross bones Santa on the PJs.

Even my cookies are boys.

Probably the fish and lizards too! My house is boy-infested and testosterone-infused. I recently cleaned out the 'activity' closet and realized just how much stuff I had that they never touched and never will - girly, crafty stuff. Sure they paint, use the craft sticks, cut and paste, and even break out the stencils - but to think they are going to complete some intricate craft that requires reading directions, following them and sitting in one spot for a prolonged period of time - just not going to happen. I am sure there are girls that share similar traits, but I feel like my clan take boy stereotypes to a whole new level. (I kept a few things for 'visiting' girls.)

Conversations around here start like this "Mom, do you want to know how a combustion engine works...", "How long until I can get a BB gun?", "So 'n so is 'naked dancing' upstairs!" No one has EVER asked for an article of clothing or a pair of shoes and they think hand-me-downs are "awesome" because of what bigger boy may have worn them before them! The only toys that have stood the test of time in this house are matchbox cars, wooden blocks, Star Wars action figures and matches. Plastic army guys take over the house, fighting and wrestling are curtailed by the referee (I mean me) every 2 hours and legos are used as decor for our house.

I guess it's a good thing that I was always boy-crazy! I was somewhat of a tomboy who did not want to be outdone by the bunch of boys I hung out with as a preteen. I had a boys dirt bike (a mongoose, no less) and followed them into swamps to hunt turtles. They were camping and fishing masters who could whistle through their fingers and climb 10 foot chain link fences in a single bound. Little did I know the life-preparation going on in those days.

But seriously, Gavin is learning to cook, and Mikey to bake and they really enjoyed Little House on the Prairie books. But Gavin told me they were all about homesteading, farming, building and hunting anyway.

Do I make you nervous?

I have a reccuring issue that really aggravates me. There are mothers that come up to me, unsolicited, and give me advice. I kid you not, when I say it is a weekly event for me. You are probably wondering what I could possibly be doing to garner this much attention. Exhibit 1

I am walking in some outdoor venue (beach, amusement park, park) with my boys. Ethan is totally bald and has been for many years. A mother or a grandma approaches and says, "You really need to be careful with his head, it is very sunny out here! Do you sunscreen him?" This has happened on *multiple* occassions.

Proposed Answers:

1. Yes, thank you. 2. No, maybe you could.

3. That's what the ER said last time.

Exhibit 2

I take my boys somewhere and they decide to *play with sticks*, *walk along a high brick wall*, *continue to climb up and roll down a steep embankment*, *you pick any number of 'dangerous' testosterone-enduced activities* and one or more mothers will inform me 'that it's very dangerous' or 'someone is going to get hurt'.

Purposed responses:

1. Yes, thank you 2. I sure hope so - brats!

3. Child Protective Services reminded me that the last visit.

Exhibit 3

My agile, super-coordinated 2 year-old is playing on the play-structure at the park. He navigates the stairs, walks over the bouncy little bridge, and makes his way down the slide. Some mother will inform me that he is too little to be doing that, he could fall at any moment, or the slide is tricky, etc.

Proposed responses:

1. Yes, thank you

2. That'll teach 'em. 3. The pediatrician said that too - but they also said he "HAD" to be in a carseat!

Recently, at the waterpark, a lifeguard informed a panicking mother that she had been watching my 2 year-old for 1/2 hour competantly complete a flight of stairs and navigate the waterslides perfectly fine. The other mom continued to be extremely nervous around him - she did have her own 2 year-old to worry about - but for some reason felt the need to continue to fret over mine.

I have had a mom untie a sweatshirt from around my sons waist, hand it to him and tell him it could get stuck in the chain of his bike. (I was at the park, just too far away to get her hands off my kid) My boys have been yelled at for playing in leaf piles on our street "because there are sticks in there that could poke you in the eye". I have been approached and informed that my boys were walking in a stream. When I told the mom that we came to the park so that they could do just that, she informed me that "we've all told our kids to stay out of it". My kids often come back to me at a park and say that some other mom has told them they can't *climb that tree*, *throw rocks in the river*, *play in that dirt pile* after I have sent them off to do it.

Can you give me any insight into this? If you've done this to someone - let me know why. I think the next time it happens, 10..9...8..., I will politely ask what makes someone do this - do you think that will go well?

My son has a sister

It's complicated. Mikey and his sister were split up while in foster care, and that's a story for another day. As it stands, my goal is to have The Girlie at our house at least once a month. We have gone long stretches without seeing her and it feels better for everyone when the relationship is more consistent. She refers to me as Auntie or Auntie Janet (and Uncle Dennis). She calls the woman who she has lived with since she was 4, Nana, which fits her perfectly. When she refers to her mother it means her biological mother with whom she still has contact - told you it's complicated.

Gavin wants to know what The Girlie's relationship is to him. I told him that he gets to pick how he would like to refer to her because it is so unique. The Girlie comes to visit and exhibits her maternal attachment to Mikey which can cause Gavin a little stress - he likes to be the boss of Mikey! But for the most part, it is a pleasant time for everyone.

It makes me feel good knowing that I can help Mikey and his sister maintain a relationship. I know that it is not optimal to be raised apart, but we can only work with what we have...

...and what we have is a good thing.

Sunny & 84 Climate Controlled Degrees

We spent the last two days at the Great Wolf Lodge Pocono Resort. We have visited on several other occassions and it has never failed to deliver fun, water, warmth, and wrinkly fingers & toes.

It was Sean's first visit and he ran headlong into the experience, literally. He is "no-fear" Costello who comes up laughing a sputtering from having been bowled over in the wave pool (pronounced 'poo-wa').

Ethan had a really awesome time - he spent lots of time shooting hoops in the pool and we did not have to micro-supervise him! He joined in games with other kids (Yay to the other kids for being so kind!) He checked in with us and told us where he would be. He was really responsible and independant!!

Gavin & Mikey's favorite activity is to run across the pool on floating lilly pads. It is usually met with some oooh's and aaahhh's from onlookers which makes me secretly proud of their agility (it's not secret now, huh?)

I really feel like I am having "fun in the sun" even though the sun is filtered through some giant windows and skylights - but that's good enough for me. I hope we can make another trip this winter just to keep the "winter-blahs" at bay. Evening show in the lobby.

Magiquest

Watch for great rates and make sure you pull your kids out of school to avoid the crowds and score some awesome-mom points!

3 lb. 13 oz.

That's how much Sean weighed the day we brought him home. People kept asking me if I was afraid that he was so tiny & fragile. I wasn't. He ate well, slept great, and did everything he was supposed to - just on teeny, tiny scale. He pretty much looked like this for the first two months. Then he became a 'newborn' and no longer seemed like a 'preemie'. That is the nice way to put it - I called it 'fetal monkey' stage - and I still thought he was cute. We went about the business of figuring out how to manage 4 boys and fit this infant into our lives. No problem - Sean fit perfectly into place and he has been a complete pleasure and joy to all of us.

He is the gift I didn't know we were waiting for.

Happy Birthday, 2 year-old!

E's Wii Mii

Every time I see it, it cracks me up! I think it looks like Ethan all shrunk up and popped into the Wii. Ethan lost his hair when he was six years old due to Alopecia Universalis. It was a very difficult time, for me, not for him. He has always thought it was funny, cool and convenient. This is the kid who needed held down for haircuts and I always felt like his hair never looked quite right. It was a constant battle - then, he became bald - go figure! It's mostly a forgotten issue - that is, until some little kid loudly asks his mother "Why does that kid have no hair?" or a group of teenagers point, laugh and make jokes. Only once or twice have I heard a mom answer her kid with an appropriate answer. Mostly they sternly tell them to be quiet and to quit pointing. One time I heard a mom say, "Sometimes there are medicines that can make you lose your hair, but I am not sure." Seems reasonable, informative and non-chalant - a good approach in my book. One of the funniest incidents was a little boy in a supermarket who was way too far away from his mother for her to do anything about his outburst started yelling, "mom, check out this kid, hurry up, he's totally bald, no hair!!" He was standing right next to Ethan. His mother shot him a look to kill and through clenched teeth told him to "get over here, RIGHT NOW!" Ethan then piped up - "No, mom, look!! No hair - see!" He wasn't going to let it go until she acknowledged it! Way to turn it around, E! I have confronted my share of teenagers. Last summer it was at a fair and it went on so long, I eventually walked over and said to them, "Seriously, you really think it's that funny! You are all old enough to know better and should be incredibly ashamed of yourselves! Imagine if it were your family, or you - you all need to think long and hard after I'm gone about what kind of person you intend on being in this world." I don't know if I will ever have any impact in a situation like that, but there's a part of me that won't just walk away embarassed. We are not the ones who should feel embarassed. We have also had situations in public venues where people, assuming he has cancer (I think), have been very kind. Once, at a basketball game someone gave us jerseys for our kids for "all we have been through", free balloons, or free rides on rides. Although it used to make me very uncomfortable, I feel like it would put such a kibosh on a Random Act of Kindness on the part of those people, to decline their niceness and explain everything. I generally just smile and genuinely say thank you VERY much. I really just meant to write about E's cute Mii.

Setting fires

So what do you do when you have a kid who is really interested in fire (no, I'm not going to use the "P" word)? That topic came up for Dennis and I this summer when Gavin was really insistent on using matches. After a few pointers and ground rules like when and where and what to do in an emergency, he was on his own. It led to some discussions about what can go wrong when kids decided to play with matches and/or fires in other settings. Dennis and I feel like giving him the ability to do something he really wants to do in a planned setting was a good choice for him. We also felt like putting a big, red X on it would have promoted clandestine activities. We've seen that happen in our house before (ahem, Ethan!) and the results were not pretty. He seems to have gotten past his interest in fire. Two down...two to go.