Archive for the ‘child’ Category

Counting coins

July 21st, 2014
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We're still working on getting Olivia to understand the concept of money. She earns allowance for doing little chores at home, but she has no idea what a penny is versus a quarter, so on and so forth.

I'm sure it'll come eventually, and by way of encouraging her to see the connection between working, saving, and spending, I invited her to bring her coin purse to the mall with me and she could buy something with her money.

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She decided to buy a gold owl necklace at the department store. It was the first thing she saw, and I told her she should look around at a few more stores before just buying the first thing she sees.

I have to give her credit for decisiveness because she still wanted the owl after touring a few other kid-friendly shops. Must be a Diane-gene; I'm very decisive, too.

We returned to the owl, which cost $17.99. She handed over her entire coin purse to me to do the counting. I asked her to pay attention and watch me count.

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Thank goodness there was no line because I'm sure the other shoppers just love to see handfuls of coins tumbling out on the counter to be painstakingly added up.

After we bought it, I asked her if she was proud of herself for saving all that money to buy her necklace. She was; good!

I asked her if she paid attention to how I counted the money so she could do that next time. "No. I'll just let the cashier guy do that for me," she said.  Uh, not quite the answer I wanted to hear. Not even a motivation to try. Hmm.

So. One lesson completed, one more to go. I guess this just means more trips to the mall!

KHON!

July 7th, 2014
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I started a new job on June 30 as morning anchor on WakeUp2Day from 5 - 8 a.m. weekdays on KHON2 News. It's extremely fulfilling but I've been subsumed with the transition!

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Di & Ron

I get up at 2 am to get ready and drive to work. For this, I go to sleep at 7:30 p.m. I've done morning anchorships before and I know it takes me at least three weeks to acclimate to the extreme schedule change. I'm ready and willing. I'm happy.

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The show is three hours long, the longest I've ever done. It is fun and fast paced, so it goes quickly. My first week was a lot of fun. I'm lucky to have clicked with the crew; everyone has been very helpful and welcoming.

With show guests.

With show guests.

I also love working in the middle of town, across the mall and near Ward Centers! Not that I didn't love my old station, but we weren't located in as fun a part of town!

My family and friends are happy for me but my daughter is still a little huffy! I used to drop her off and pick her up from school, so now that my husband has to do the morning delivery, she's kind of resentful.

I honestly don't fully understand (though it's flattering to be missed) because our mornings  - like everyone else's - are one big rush to drag a sleepyhead out of bed and push her through her routine before we rush off to wherever she needs to be. I feel like it isn't quality time, but she misses that hour.

I chose to work mornings because I get off in the early afternoon, so I can have a few hours - possibly leisurely ones - with her in the afternoon. Oh well. She'll adjust.

So back in the game: I love being a part of the media again. I have missed the culture, the pace, the energy, the craft, the people. There is nothing like it, and I'm grateful to be living my passion.

Di & Ron

Di & Ron

Car beans

June 23rd, 2014
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Welcome to another episode of The Housewife Files.

I think I have more work to do now than when I had an office job. Notice how I did not say just "job"? Raising a child and tending the domestics is a J-O-B!

I went to the grocery store to buy supplies. Dinner + pantry items + snacks for Olivia's day + random sundry items people need to stock up on. I returned to the car with many, many bags of groceries.

In the spirit of my housewife agreement to spend all my husband's money now, I also ended up buying more things than I had on the shopping list. You know how that goes.

One three-digit-receipt later and I was back home carrying all the bags in the house. Apparently, a bag of edamame beans fell out and under Olivia's seat. I didn't see it because my car has a fair amount of other things in it (her toys, her shoes, her extra clothes, spare pool towels, my yoga mat and towel, my gym bag... blah blah)

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A short while later, the family was headed out in my car. Olivia got into her car seat and asked, "Mommy, what should I do with the car beans?"

"Car beans? What are you talking about?" I asked, rushing around as I so often am.

"These green things. In the car. Car beans," she answered. "Should I bring it in the house?"

Thanks for specifics. I finally walked over to see what she was talking about.

Her little finger was pointing to a bag on the car mat, slightly hidden under the car seat. "OH! Car beans! The edamame beans! I wondered where they went!" I exclaimed, grabbing them and putting them in the freezer.

This is so not the first time this has happened to me. I have more spaced out moments as a mother than I have ever had in my pre-child life. Sometimes I think I might lose my head if it wasn't attached!

 

P-touch

June 20th, 2014
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Olivia had a couple friends over to the house- her preschool pal Amanda and my friend's son, Max, just a year older at age eight. They all got along very well and were chasing each other around the yard and house for hours.

Crazy kids!

Crazy kids!

At the end of the night, I was saying goodbye to Max and his mother, Lea. The girls were buzzing around. I'm not sure how it came up but Max mentioned he still had "the P-touch."

Lea said, "P-touch? Give the label maker back. Is it in my bag?" She started digging through her huge mommy-purse (you know, a bag so large it won't meet an airline's carry on size restriction - we all have that, right?)

The three kids were giggling about Max and the P-touch this whole time. I then got confused and thought he must mean that little Gameboy thingy or whatever electronic game device is hip nowadays. (As opposed to when I was a youngster walking to school a mile each way in bare feet, then going home to churn butter that we milked from a cow. These newfangled toys!)

"I don't have a label maker. He means that Gameboy," I tried to clarify.

"No, he has the Gameboy. It's in his hand," Lea pointed.

"Then what's the P-touch?" I asked.

"If Auntie Diane don't have a label maker, what is the P-touch?" Lea asked her son.

"THE P-TOUCH!!!" Max laughed and bolted out the door towards their car.

The girls let out a peal of laughter. "He has the P-touch! Hahahahahahaha!"

Lea and I looked at each other with a horrid realization that he did not mean an electronic device. What the heck were they doing in Olivia's room?!? I haven't even had the birds n' bees talk with my kid yet!

P-touch. I can never look at a Brother label maker the same way.

Pencil sharpener

June 18th, 2014
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Olivia's seventh birthday brought her a clutch of a dozen gifts from her dad and me, her grandparents, and some family friends. This doesn't include the birthday party that followed the weekend after the actual birth date.

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She got up in the morning to a special breakfast cooked for her (we never do pancakes on a weekday), and then dove into her pile of presents. Honestly, some were bought expressly for her birthday, but some were items we've intended to give her for a few weeks and just decided to stick a bow on it and give her some joy in opening it.

Things she received:
2 jewelry boxes

Necklaces

Pierced ears! (favorite gift)

Kendama

Hello Kitty hairbrush

Purple Japanese scrubby bath cloth (that she actually requested!)

Backpack

Tote bag

Sticker set

Electric pencil sharpener

As she opened it if it was NOT from us, I would tell her who it was from. So, grandparents, Aunty Jen, Aunty Lea.

She opened all the gifts and uttered the appropriate gratitude noises... until the pencil sharpener, which was met with a flat and simple, "Oh."

I asked her which one was her favorite. Typical seven year old- she never distinguishes just one. If she likes it, she likes it and lists it. She doesn't get what "favorite" means.

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"I like the stickers, the backpack, I love that you let me pierce my ears, the jewelry, the jewelry box, the wash cloth, the brush, and I love the kendama too. So pretty much everything but the pencil sharpener," answered Olivia.

The pencil sharpener. Of course. "Oh, that one's from your daddy," I smirked as I totally threw Claus under the gift bus. He stared at me then rushed over to pick up the package.

"Look! It's Titanium bonded! It has an auto-sensor shut off! An ergonomic space saving design! Any second grader needs a great pencil sharpener!" he pathetically tried to sell. Luckily his day job doesn't involve sales.

Nobody was listening. Olivia was playing kendama. I laughed at my poor husband. "Office supplies are not the most exciting gift for anyone, much less a seven year old," I reminded.

Lucky for Claus, part of the birthday day included me taking her to the mall to spend $30 on whatever thing(s) she wanted to pick out. I made sure to say the money came from Daddy. Saved!