Two years ago today big guy was born and I became a mommy. Hard to believe. Some things I've gleaned so far. Being a parent is one of the most rewarding and yet simultaneously exhausting/demanding/difficult things to do in the world. But seeing big guy grow up and watching him develop more and more into the awesome person he is- its really amazing. Oh, and I've learned that he just keeps getting better and better. For instance, tomorrow is big guy's bday party. I've got all the Thomas train decorations, picking up balloons, and cake before nap time. Then we are having people over at three for pizza and fun. And I'm ordering the pizza during the party. Oh, and eveRyone has already been given their food to bring. That's right- I've planned ahead. Last year, I was entirely incapable of planning this party. My mom brought all the food. I was a mess. Big guy is getting better and I'm getting more functional.
The only thing working against us this year is that big guy is horribly ill. Runny nose. Horrific cough. And tonight, the night before the party, he spiked a fever. But he's been nebulized and choked down some fever reducer- really choked down- we had to wrestle him to get anything in his mouth. Who knows how much he got.
Today we also fortuitously had big guys two year appt. dr W wasn't too concerned about the cold being anything more than a cold. But she said to keep nebulizing. She said if the cough lasts longer than four weeks to call because it might be asthma related and would need stronger medicine. Oh dear! Other than that, he passed with flying colors. He's 3 feet 1.5 inches. 32 and a half pounds. The size of an average three year old- which we knew because he already wears 3T. She thought his speaking was great- right on track. And everything else developmentally was good to go. We talked about the pooping/potty issues and she was really listening. And unlike every other person I tell my dilemma too, she agreed with me that this was a good opportunity to really get him on the potty. Things I need to work on- making sitting on the potty fun, getting a better potty, and continuing with the miralax. All things I can work on. I've made up a potty song- "let's go to the potty and have ourselves a pee." and there are stickers once we are in there. I'm also in the market for a new potty, one that looks like a real one. And besides thinking big guy is fabulous, at the end of the appt, dr W gave me a pat on the back and said, "you're doing great mom." ah, validation!
Friday, February 17, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
What a big boy!
I feel like I've been saying that a lot lately. Big guy has just been a really, well, big boy! For instance, big guy has been really excited about the potty. I mean, not going in the potty- that would be a lot to ask! But more like whenever anyone goes in the potty- flushing the toilet, clapping, waving bye bye to the toilet paper. Besides the potty, big guy has shown real big boy-ness with clothing, too. Big guy knows how to take off his coat and hang it on the hanger at school. All we have to do is unzip and he does the rest. It looks kind of like a loose armed shimmy shake until it falls on the floor. Super cute. And he's been so helpful recently- really wanting more responsibility. So he helps me put away the laundry. He will take it out of the basket for me and out it on the bed so I can fold and put away. The other day he emptied two baskets for me, looked at me and said, "I help you!" with such pride. And I beamed back equally and said, " yes, you do!"
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Toddler fight club
The first rule of toddler fight club- don't talk about toddler fight club. (pretty easy since toddlers don't talk in full sentences yet!)
Big guy is in some toddler fight club at school. A core group of three boys that run around and rough house. Usually consisting of tackling each other and piling on top until someone eventually cries. It's a boy thing. And it's hilarious! Big guy isn't the leader. Thank goodness, but I'm not sure how I feel about him being in the group of three. Admittedly, big guy and I wrestle all the time at home, but not in a rough way, just in a get out your energy way. And I know that at Gymboree, he does seem more likely to tackle someone and try to smother them with hugs and kisses. We say "be gentle" a lot. Anyway, both at school and at home, we'll hav to keep working on it. And need to come up with some more rules for toddler fight club. How about, don't be on the bottom of the pile?
Big guy is in some toddler fight club at school. A core group of three boys that run around and rough house. Usually consisting of tackling each other and piling on top until someone eventually cries. It's a boy thing. And it's hilarious! Big guy isn't the leader. Thank goodness, but I'm not sure how I feel about him being in the group of three. Admittedly, big guy and I wrestle all the time at home, but not in a rough way, just in a get out your energy way. And I know that at Gymboree, he does seem more likely to tackle someone and try to smother them with hugs and kisses. We say "be gentle" a lot. Anyway, both at school and at home, we'll hav to keep working on it. And need to come up with some more rules for toddler fight club. How about, don't be on the bottom of the pile?
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Talking up a storm
Big guy has been talking up a storm recently. Which is totally awesome for multiple reasons. Obviously, being able to express some stuff he's been holding in, better comprehension on my part of what we are talking about, and further reassurance that he is rig on track developmentally. (which was totally going ok in my head until hubs said big guy should be talking more according to the CDC). Thanks hubs.
Anyway, as soon as I started freaking out, as in talking to every mother I know about my fears, writing a list of words big guy says, and getting my speech together of what to say to the dr at his two year appointment- big guy decides to bust out a major jump in language!
We want to the supermarket on Saturday- he busts out all kinds new words. Cracker after picking up a box of crackers. Cup when he wanted his drink. Blueberry which we snacked on throughout the trip. Later that night big guy was doing his naked sprints upstairs before bath time. Inevitably, he makes a pee pee puddle. He jumps up and down saying, "I pee!". Then he does a super cute dance move. We go to get some toilet paper to clean it up. Hubs asks where the pee pee is, big guy points at the grund and yells, "right there!"
And now he is saying, "I ..." to everything. I go, I pee, etc. big gy will say bye to the kitty, the choo-choos, dada! And the topper was on Monday when he was done brushing his teeth, hubs out it away. Big guy looked at hubs and said, "where did it go?" about his toothbrush. Whoa- big leap. There is still a lot of babbling of funny words together but they seem very serious now- like he's figuring it all out!
Anyway, as soon as I started freaking out, as in talking to every mother I know about my fears, writing a list of words big guy says, and getting my speech together of what to say to the dr at his two year appointment- big guy decides to bust out a major jump in language!
We want to the supermarket on Saturday- he busts out all kinds new words. Cracker after picking up a box of crackers. Cup when he wanted his drink. Blueberry which we snacked on throughout the trip. Later that night big guy was doing his naked sprints upstairs before bath time. Inevitably, he makes a pee pee puddle. He jumps up and down saying, "I pee!". Then he does a super cute dance move. We go to get some toilet paper to clean it up. Hubs asks where the pee pee is, big guy points at the grund and yells, "right there!"
And now he is saying, "I ..." to everything. I go, I pee, etc. big gy will say bye to the kitty, the choo-choos, dada! And the topper was on Monday when he was done brushing his teeth, hubs out it away. Big guy looked at hubs and said, "where did it go?" about his toothbrush. Whoa- big leap. There is still a lot of babbling of funny words together but they seem very serious now- like he's figuring it all out!
M&m's
Big guy is obsessed with m&m's. Obsessed. See, it's a big deal in our house b/c big guy doesn't like sweets. Besides the m&m's and one particular cookie from the hope's cookies, he's not interested. Case and point- we went to reading terminal market over winter break to see their model train set up. We get the most delicious ice cream, I pick up a spoonful and put it near big guy, "No, no, no." While stretching his head away from me as far as he can get while me still holding him. Then the sobbing. Geez, the poor thing, being offered ice cream, like I was shoving bamboo up his finger nails.
Anyway, he's become obsessed. He loves to get little handfuls of m&m's and take them to his trains. He fills up his trains, then moves them to his trucks, then moves them to the couch, you get the idea. In the midst, he either eats them or melts them in his hands to make the colors run. Not to say that when he's eating the colors don't run. In fact, when he's eating the m&m's, the colors run all over his chin, cheeks, neck, and chest. making it look like he's some wolverine who caught a deer in the woods and ate it. It's actually really funny looking and incredibly messy.
so, here is the obsessed part- he wants them at all hours of the day. He knows where they are kept in the cupboard, so he'll walk to in front of the cupboard and start jumping, reaching his hands up, saying mama, and whining until you go over and get some. I've started saying to him that he can't have them until he says, M&M's. WHich he will say the M so far. At least he's learning a new word!
Anyway, he's become obsessed. He loves to get little handfuls of m&m's and take them to his trains. He fills up his trains, then moves them to his trucks, then moves them to the couch, you get the idea. In the midst, he either eats them or melts them in his hands to make the colors run. Not to say that when he's eating the colors don't run. In fact, when he's eating the m&m's, the colors run all over his chin, cheeks, neck, and chest. making it look like he's some wolverine who caught a deer in the woods and ate it. It's actually really funny looking and incredibly messy.
so, here is the obsessed part- he wants them at all hours of the day. He knows where they are kept in the cupboard, so he'll walk to in front of the cupboard and start jumping, reaching his hands up, saying mama, and whining until you go over and get some. I've started saying to him that he can't have them until he says, M&M's. WHich he will say the M so far. At least he's learning a new word!
I go
Big guy has been talking up a storm recently. Not all of it English, at least in an adult way, I"m sure other toddlers understand every word. But he has started making some mini-sentences. The first that I really noticed the other day, "I Go!" He kept yelling it when we were on a walk with gmom Dino to one of our local playgrounds. He has also started saying, "Don't Go!" It's so cute and super fun to hear him figuring it all out!
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Art class
Gmom C and big guy are taking three art classes this spring. The January class was themed winter wonderland. February is valentines day. And march is celebrating spring. Last week they had their first class. It went well- and I wish gmom C could tell the story b/c it's hilarious. Anyway, we per-signed up but it also has the potential for walk ins. Turns out they were the only ones! S they got some serious individualized attention. Big guy wanted to sprint and explore- which was only ok as long as he wasn't making a mess. But toddler exploration most often includes making a mess. But they did get several wonderful pieces of art completed. Lots of blue paint and paper b/c the teacher kept asking big guy what color he wanted to use. "boo" for blue was his response. And they made a mobile that is a bit jacked up! And the favorite one that they made is a snowman- I mean I think it looks like a creepy blob but big guy apparently was fascinated with making it. A white sock filled with sand where he very intently filled the song with sand. Overall a great experience and with a little bit of tweaking- I think the next class will be just as good.
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