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Doctor, Doctor!
by JAK’s guest mom blogger from Racine, Denise Predny

When my first football player, I mean son, came along, I was at ease and confident in all of my mothering skills.  I never had a question for the doctors. Everything was perfect.  SO WHAT HAPPENED?
I am now having my fourth. Yes, fourth!  And I find my doctor appointments take longer these days.  How in the world can I have more questions with already having three kids? Doesn’t it get easier?  Did I mention I have 3 boys ages, 6, 3, and 1?  See what I mean with the questions?! Read More…

So the increase in questions really started with the second child.  This is when I realized I was in trouble. One of my first memories would be when the oldest decided to pick his baby brother’s nose and make him eat it.  GAG!  There I began finding myself saying all of these crazy things I never thought I would utter. “Please stop pulling on it before you pull it off!”  I am sure you know what that one was about.  And asking my doctor a lot more questions, “Are you sure he probably won’t get sick from eating his brothers poop?”

I never seem to run out of weird, gross, and crazy questions for my doctor.  All of this coming from the mom with one perfect son who never had any questions.  HA!  My life has definitely become more interesting with each and every additional child, providing all kinds of great material if I ever do decide to write that book.  I have a stack of things that make me laugh and still make me wonder how I am still sane.

Any of you mothers out there who cloth diaper will LOVE this one.  When my middle son was 2 years old, he decided to feed his baby brother a pack of gum while mommy went potty..  Now I may have stayed in a bit too long because it was quiet, but can you blame me?  Well, gum goes straight through 1 year olds who chain swallow it.  That diaper has never been the same!

You may wonder why I want four with all the craziness.  As mad as I might be in the moment sometimes, those are usually the things that make me laugh the hardest now and I wouldn’t change it for the world!  So to any of my friends who see my Facebook status offering children for sale, just ignore it. The next time we do lunch I bet I will have some great stories!  (and perhaps some questions, too!)

In addition to being a mother to three (and of course, one on the way) Denise is also wife to Jon, President of the Board of Directors of Small World Montessori School, full-time college student , and substitute childcare and early education teacher.


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All My Children’s…

…Clothing: Corduroys and Boys                                 

I’ll just start out and say it…not a good match!

After having 3 girls in a row, I’ve had a lot of experience with the girly wardrobes.  My two oldest daughters are 22 months apart, so you know #2 got all of #1’s hand me downs.  With the exception of being  the projectile vomiter and having the normal diaper blowouts in her baby years, #1 did very little damage to her clothes.  Damage to mom’s and dad’s clothes absolutely!  It was as if a target was on us, with regurgitated or digested breast milk and rice cereal as the ammo. Read more…  But that was pretty much it.  Her clothes were quite impeccable, which interestingly, has carried over into her teenage years.  Poor  #2, rarely ever had her own original clothes.  That, however, has changed, now that she is a teenager.  There is a distinct difference in the fashion tastes of daughters #1 and #2, now 16 and 14.

So where does daughter number #3, next in line, fall?  With 6 years in between #2 and #3, there is a bit of a mix.  I saved some of my favorites outfits from #2.  Yes, some items did survive.  Though of course,  there were some clothing items that just couldn’t be resurrected, such as the bib overalls, once cute on a 5 year old, yet 6 years later…not so much.  Number 3, also, so much harsher on her clothes then her predecessors .  If I would’ve had a 4th daughter, very few things would’ve survived.  Biggest culprits: the paints and magic markers.  All four of my kids are amazing and passionately artistic.  Yet, #3 is a magnet for creating an equal amount of artwork on her shirt’s and dresses’ sleeves and bodices.

So now let’s go back to why we first came here.  #4, my one and only boy.  What a train wreck!  (and I say this will every ounce of love and adoration) Nothing survives this child. Stains galore! Holes, holes and more holes!  The worse culprit and the whimpiest item of clothing are those dang corduroys.

Last year , my son attended a private school where wearing either chino/twill or corduroy pants were in code.  So of course , I varied his Monday through Friday wardrobe to include a nice mix navy and khaki.   But dang, if sonny boy didn’t blow holes into his corduroys within a matter of a couple of wears.  It killed me!  After experiencing the throwing out of $25 week after week, I finally gave up.  No more stinkin’ corduroys.  The only exception would be, if I found a terrific deal at a resale shop, or they were a hand-me-down from someone.  Sure is fun dressing a boy.  And if junior is anything like his daddy, I’ll be dressing him for a lifetime.  Or at least, until I can pass the torch onto some other lucky woman.

Not that I was planning on a plug, but since I am on the subject of clothes, and I just so happen to be writing this commentary plopped in the middle of a huge clothing (shoes, toys, books and equipment) sale.   The Just Between Friends Children’s and Maternity Consignment Event is taking place today through Sunday at Wisconsin State Fair Park Exposition Center.  Need something?  Of course you do.  Check it out!

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The Christmas Bra

Yes Victoria, There is a Santa Clause

One would think that with having two teenage girls who have worked through the ranks of the “tween” years, that I’d be exceptionally prepared for just about anything my 8 year old daughter might throw my way.  Yah, right!

I just finished the gihugic project of sorting through the clothes of all four of my kids. Discard.  Carry over.  Donate.  Those were the 3 major stacks that consumed my life for way too long.  I’d be embarrassed to share with you how long this process took.

There’s about a six year gap between daughter #2 of 3 and daughter #3 of 3.  So all of those cute bib overalls….bye bye.  (I finally got rid of my own beloved bib overalls last year.  Love ’em!  Waiting for that comeback!) Among one of the few things I am storing for my 8 year old’s future use is all of the training bras we have.

As I start loading the 11/12 year old stuff into a rubber storage tote, darling 8 year old grabs them….”I need these!”, she grins. Seriously? Read more.

She was serious.  In fact, on Sunday, she started wearing those little things.  She’s eight.  She doesn’t need a bra.  “But everyone’s wearing them”, she chimes.

As we wind down the Christmas shopping and ask the kids to let us know of anything else they have on their list that they might have missed writing out in earlier lists.  Miss ‘Tween responds, “I want some more bras.  Like the one’s on those Victoria’s Secret commercials”.   Funny thing, she’s not in the least bit embarrassed to express her decision to wear a bra.  I was!  And it didn’t start until I was in 7th grade.

Girls (and everyone else) are exposed to female sexuality far more frequently and earlier then back in the days when I was growing up.  Victoria’s Secret targets a much younger shopper, especially with their Pink line.   Oh yes, one of my 15 year olds favorites.

Thank goodness I am Santa in this house.  Sorry, Victoria…this Santa ain’t buying!

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