Lies

I want to write more here then I do... With R not knowing I do this, and you know, the Business, two kids, one being 3 months and here at my Business while I work... Uh, things get a bit hectic. So here I am to talk about lies, three year olds and garbage.

Last night Tide asked for and was eating a cup of applesauce. He had already consumed a cup of applesauce/berry mixture and asked for more. When I told him I had the applesauce kind, but not the berry kind, he was cool with it, so I opened the new cup for him. (You see where this is going?) Well, he didn't want it after taking one small bite. I told him he had to eat it because he asked for it and I don't like wasting food. (I know, with a toddler, I say that? The kings and queens of food waste?)

So, I went into the living room while he was in our bedroom eating and watching mindless TV. (my bad) He comes into the living room to join us. He asks for something else to eat. I ask him if he had eaten all his applesauce, he said yes. I asked him several times, making sure he knew what I was asking, telling him if he did not eat it and said he did he was lying and would be in trouble...

I finally get up and check... Applesauce was still in the cup. I go to explain to Tide about what he had said and how lying was bad, he starts to swing at me. (fists... I really was going to let him off the hook until that happened) So, I send him to his room. He is crying hysterical... I let him cool off for a while.

I go in and explain to him that lying is wrong and hitting is wrong. The hitting he knows, the lying he is not grasping... I explain how when he says something that he did, but he didn't do it, that it is a lie. I try to use the example of IF he told us he took the garbage out, (his chore), and he didn't, then he is telling a lie, which is wrong. I explain again how when he said he had eaten the applesauce and didn't that he was lying. I ask him if he understands, he nods, says he's sorry. I tell him he doesn't have to be sorry because he doesn't understand, just to try and learn what is right for next time.

So, I tell him we can go now, and he insists he has to take the garbage out, I go over everything again telling him he doesn't have to take the garbage out now, that I was using it as an example... Well, he still insisted on the garbage, so I let him take it out, gave him a hug and decided I'd have to tackle lying another day.

"How many licks does it take to get down to the T00tsie Roll in the middle of a T00tsie Pop ©..."

This thought was running through my head endlessly while waiting for Blogger to load. Yes, Virginia, I have cable. Ugh!

I'm in the middle of the serious game of printer chicken... I'm printing multiple high intensity images for my yearly calendar... (yes, they were all to be done by Dec 25... Did-not-happen) Needless to say, my photo cartridge said it was low, I cleaned the heads (usually buys you a lot of prints) and am now beginning to get low warnings yet again... Each photo is carefully scrutinized for a sign of failing to live up to the standards... The page is cautiously placed into the print tray and the enter key hit. Breath. Relax. (No? Okay, stay tight and uncomfortable.) The page it is spit out ... Success! The process starts again.

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So, since I am holed up in my office with my PC hooked to the internet and my iBook hooked to the printer, I have a special ability to write when R is home, and while I print out another 30 pages of calendar. (who said this was a better route?) He is comfortably at his computer in our living room, with his music, guitar and mug of cold beer. I told him to turn his AIM on and just IM me when he wanted a fresh beverage, and I'd be happy to kiss his ass get it for him. Which of course benefits me how? Yes, you see, I can actually still hide this lovely blog and actually use it too!

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So, here I am, hours later... I got caught by a friend on the IM. I hadn't spoke with her in a long time and her husband, R's best friend, just lost his father, so I needed to talk with her... Not an easy thing. Coincidently R's father died Dec. 25th, 2001... I still don't know the exact date of our friend's father's death, I just know it was the Holiday week.

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Anyway, I guess I lost my train of thought for the evening. I had many a rant to share and have now officially consumed more than would allow for a logical exchange. All I can say is I'll save the degrading exchange between myself and my favorite Aunt about my children's health and breast-feeding. I'll save the recent rocky road between R and I. I'll save the fun uplifting things my children do daily to keep me afloat... Instead I'll wish the best for the New Year and end for the day.

PS I find it just amusing that the spell check for Blogger does not know "blog" or "Blogger" Neat, eh?