I may not be cut out for motherhood, but Alex still gives me little gems to carry with me throughout the day. Even though I could not deal with his whining more than a couple times this morning and just had to walk away from him, he still came and sat on my lap and played with a shoelace with me. And even though I yelled more than once this morning because I couldn't deal with the meltdowns, he still snuggled me while telling me stories.
But the best one this morning...while we were driving to daycare, the song "I'm Only Happy When It Rains" by Garbage came on the radio. I turned to check my blind spot before changing lanes and I see Alex. Sitting in his car seat, arms going up and down, head bobbing...Dancing to Shirley Manson. The itsty bitsy spider's got nothin on her.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Good good then
It has been a while since I have had an "I am not cut out for this motherhood thing" moment. Having a 1 year old with a cold, getting bad news, and having Travis out of town for 2&1/2 days...yeah, I am not cut out for this motherhood thing.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Brusha Brusha Brusha
The brushing of the teeth of the monster has begun. Well, if you can call it brushing. It's really more just him sticking his little toothbrush in his mouth and sucking the fruit flavored toothpaste off the brush, but you gotta start somewhere right?
There is a light at the end of the bad breath tunnel however. Daycare requested we bring a tube of toothpaste to leave there because they are going to be brushing teeth after lunch. And since they have pretty much taught him everything so far, I figured his teeth have a better shot getting cleaned if they are involved in the learning brushing process.
There is a light at the end of the bad breath tunnel however. Daycare requested we bring a tube of toothpaste to leave there because they are going to be brushing teeth after lunch. And since they have pretty much taught him everything so far, I figured his teeth have a better shot getting cleaned if they are involved in the learning brushing process.
Abigail Pail
9 years ago today was a big day. 9 years ago today my niece was born. I remember that day like it just happened. It feels like it just happened. But there we all were, sitting in the waiting room for what felt like an eternity, eating brats my dad had made earlier and was now reheating one by one. And then finally finally finally Joe came out with the biggest smile and the hugest eyes, yelled to us "It's a girl!" and ran back to Nicki and their new baby. I would say ran back to their adorable new baby, but damn. That girl. Wow.
Then time started its march. As cliche as it is, it seriously feels like I blinked and she is 9. What happened to the little baby girl belly laughing on the bathroom counter while I changed her nasty butt? What happened? She turned into an incredible girl. She is funny and smart and beautiful. I am just all giddy and mushy that I have been able to be a part of the adventure that is Abby.
I called her this morning to wish her a happy birthday and to hear what was on her agenda for the day. And I had to fight back tears as she went through, in painstakingly great detail, what she had done so far and what was to come. I wanted to crawl through the phone and hug her. I can't believe how grown up she is and I can't wait to see what the next 9 years have in store.
Then time started its march. As cliche as it is, it seriously feels like I blinked and she is 9. What happened to the little baby girl belly laughing on the bathroom counter while I changed her nasty butt? What happened? She turned into an incredible girl. She is funny and smart and beautiful. I am just all giddy and mushy that I have been able to be a part of the adventure that is Abby.
I called her this morning to wish her a happy birthday and to hear what was on her agenda for the day. And I had to fight back tears as she went through, in painstakingly great detail, what she had done so far and what was to come. I wanted to crawl through the phone and hug her. I can't believe how grown up she is and I can't wait to see what the next 9 years have in store.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Really?
In general, I think of Trav as being more intelligent than the average bear. Last night he stretched that definition beyond plausibility.
Our lawn had gotten so long we were going to need a hay baler to cut it down soon. Travis was nice enough to let me have my choice between wrestling the lawn mower or the boy. I chose the lawn mower. It has blades, but I still felt I had a better shot of winning than if I were up against the boy. So, he fed Alex, gave him a bath, and put him to bed. After filling two giant containers with enough grass clippings to feed a team of draft horses, I came in from the yard and asked how everything went and if Alex went to bed easily. All was good except..."He drank so much bath water he threw up...twice." Naturally, I was surprised.
Trav tells me that Alex got his chubby baby hands on this little blue cup I use to pour water over his head when rinsing his hair, and he just kept dipping it in the water and slamming water. And then he says, "Yeah, so he just kept drinking cup after cup and I didn't how to stop him." Ummmm...yeeeeeeah...Gee, I don't know...take the fucking cup away from him perhaps?! So I nicely say, "Yeah, I usually don't let him have that cup so he can't drink that much water." His response, "Well that would have been nice to know."
...
I was rendered speechless.
Our lawn had gotten so long we were going to need a hay baler to cut it down soon. Travis was nice enough to let me have my choice between wrestling the lawn mower or the boy. I chose the lawn mower. It has blades, but I still felt I had a better shot of winning than if I were up against the boy. So, he fed Alex, gave him a bath, and put him to bed. After filling two giant containers with enough grass clippings to feed a team of draft horses, I came in from the yard and asked how everything went and if Alex went to bed easily. All was good except..."He drank so much bath water he threw up...twice." Naturally, I was surprised.
Trav tells me that Alex got his chubby baby hands on this little blue cup I use to pour water over his head when rinsing his hair, and he just kept dipping it in the water and slamming water. And then he says, "Yeah, so he just kept drinking cup after cup and I didn't how to stop him." Ummmm...yeeeeeeah...Gee, I don't know...take the fucking cup away from him perhaps?! So I nicely say, "Yeah, I usually don't let him have that cup so he can't drink that much water." His response, "Well that would have been nice to know."
...
I was rendered speechless.
Magic Workers
In his new room at daycare, they are working on phasing out cribs for nap time. So they try to have the kids sleep on mats on the floor instead of in a crib. When I was told of this plan, I actually laughed out loud and wished them luck. This child is not an easy one to contain.
The first day he fell asleep on the floor with his blanket so the teacher picked him up and placed him on his mat. He then woke up, crawled off the mat onto the floor and went back to sleep. The second day he kept waking up when anyone would get near him so into the crib he went. But then today, success! I got a picture from daycare of him all sprawled out on his mat, completely zonked out. I am seriously amazed. I have no idea how they get him to do it. I can barely get him to follow me into the kitchen when I have cookies for him. I am pretty positive there is no way I could possibly get him to sleep anywhere that doesn't have bars on all four sides.
He looked so big in that picture though. And so old. He looked like a real live big kid. I was a millisecond away from crying. He is huge.
The first day he fell asleep on the floor with his blanket so the teacher picked him up and placed him on his mat. He then woke up, crawled off the mat onto the floor and went back to sleep. The second day he kept waking up when anyone would get near him so into the crib he went. But then today, success! I got a picture from daycare of him all sprawled out on his mat, completely zonked out. I am seriously amazed. I have no idea how they get him to do it. I can barely get him to follow me into the kitchen when I have cookies for him. I am pretty positive there is no way I could possibly get him to sleep anywhere that doesn't have bars on all four sides.
He looked so big in that picture though. And so old. He looked like a real live big kid. I was a millisecond away from crying. He is huge.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Movin' on up!
So, Alex likes to sit on the babies in his room at daycare. Yep. He sits on them. The ones that can't crawl yet...you know the small and completely helpless ones? Yeah, those. SITS ON THEM. He stands there with his back to them, slowly walks/sneaks backwards and then very slowly sits on them...all the while you can see the glimmer of deviousness in his eyes and he is giggling this evil little giggle. Naughty? Yes. Hilarious? Damn straight. It is a funny thing to watch. Of course you can't let him see that you think it's funny, but it is.
At daycare they have two baby rooms. One with all the cribs and one with stuff for the mobile babies to crawl around in and on. The babies are all either in one room or the other throughout the day. Not anymore.
There are two new babies and they are tiny. One started today. She is 8 weeks old and I would guess maybe 7lbs soaking wet. She is super cute. And breakable. So off to the big room with my brute and the other two walking babies. No more sitting on babies for Alex. Which is good and all, but it is not helping with the freezing him in time thing. And when I said that out loud today, all three teachers in unison said, "Oooo! You should have another one!" Yeah...I'll get right on that. After I grow 7 more arms and hire an army of household help.
At daycare they have two baby rooms. One with all the cribs and one with stuff for the mobile babies to crawl around in and on. The babies are all either in one room or the other throughout the day. Not anymore.
There are two new babies and they are tiny. One started today. She is 8 weeks old and I would guess maybe 7lbs soaking wet. She is super cute. And breakable. So off to the big room with my brute and the other two walking babies. No more sitting on babies for Alex. Which is good and all, but it is not helping with the freezing him in time thing. And when I said that out loud today, all three teachers in unison said, "Oooo! You should have another one!" Yeah...I'll get right on that. After I grow 7 more arms and hire an army of household help.
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