Because I said so...

Kster is entering the "why?" phase. Every time I tell him something he asks, "why?". At first, I tried to explain it to him but he would always respond with "why?" or "why, mom?". I realize this is part of his learning process. He's trying to engage me in conversation. For Mster it was "where?" She would ask all of her questions in the "where" format.

But there is no end to the conversation and nothing I say will suffice his questioning so after a few attempts I always end with..."because I said so" to which he replies, "otay mom" and we can move on.

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Also involving Kster is our over-abundance of soccer. Mster and Kster play games 2 times a week on different nights. Its a lot of fun and they seem to love it but Kster is in the pit of despair. He used to take a soccer class in the day. It was a parent/child class which he refused to let me participate. He would tell me that it was HIS soccer class and that I could watch him from the chairs. So, I did. I watched all the kids with their moms coaxing their children to score goals and kick the ball. Kster, ran past them all and followed his coaches instructions beautifully. He REALLY, REALLY, likes soccer. But, the soccer session ended and the next session happened to be over spring break, and was still not finished when school was let out for the summer and I'd probably have a baby sometime in there too. He would miss so many classes and the logistics of getting him to soccer amidst all the future family chaos was just not worth the pricey soccer fee. I promised we would sign him up again in the fall when the kids were back in school. Unfortunately, delayed gratification is just too hard a concept for a 2 year old to understand. All he sees is his brother and sister playing soccer 4 days a week and he plays none and its become a daily tragedy. Every day, he tells me he wants to go to soccer. Every day he asks me to drive him to soccer. And unfortunately, "because, I said so..." just isn't cutting it for this big "Why?".

What would you do for a quarter and a pez candy pack?

Today Mster had early release and I was so very tired that I could barely keep my eyes open. I really didn't want the kids to just watch tv so I told all the kids that if they were all good and let mommy take a nap I would give them each a quarter and a treat. They let me sleep/rest for 1 hour. And now they are happily having a "party" in Msters room with their pez and money.

I Can't Sleep

My kids are usually great sleepers but when they are sick they struggle and with their struggle comes my struggle. I thought we were finally back into the swing of unwakeful nights until Kster decided to wake up every 1/2 hour between 12:30 and 4AM.

There was no apparent reason for his risings. He had something new to say every time. He was thirsty. He was hungry. It was too dark (turned on a closet light). He didn't like the shirt he could see on the floor (turned off the closet light). It was too dark (turned on the closet light). He wanted to know where everybody was in our family. He wanted to talk about the smoke detector that was beeping earlier in the day. He just wanted somebody to talk to.

I could not fall back asleep after each adventure down the hall. Part of it was the howling wind that I thought might rip the siding or roof off my house. Part of it was the fact that every time he yelled I had to get up and go see what was going on which involved a big procedure in getting off the bed and walking over there (I'm too big and pregnant) and part of it was that it was really dark and Cster and I have been watching the Walking Dead series. I know there are no zombies in my house but I'm not necessarily rational at 2AM. I really really didn't want to meet a zombie on the way to his room.

My saving grace this morning was a glorious text from the school district that school was cancelled and I could let the little guy sleep in and I could lie in bed for much much longer than I normally would on a Tuesday school day.

Hopefully tonight will be better...