My cold is still here. I am quite positive my weekend activities did nothing to help. But Alex was in Platteville all weekend. And Mariah had a fundraiser. And Bandung has really yummy food and nutty coconut drinks. There was no staying home and laying low for this lady!
I did however sleep like there was no tomorrow. Saturday, I didn't get out of bed until 11:45am. That is a solid 5-6 hours of sleeping in. And it was glorious. And then I took a 3 hour nap on Sunday. Eat really good food, drink really yummy drinks, sleep like a hibernating bear. A girl could get used to that schedule.
I did miss Alex though, so it was nice to see him when he got home. But then the tantrums started. Apparently he saved them up for us all weekend. According to his aunt and uncle, there was not one single fit thrown while he was gone. I realize the undivided attention of their entire family most likely was a big factor in the lack of tantrums, but I have to admit I am super jealous. He did make up for it by being really snuggley while we read books though. Only to sleep like an angel and wake up like a demon. And I am pretty sure I just cleaned snot off my sleeve. Ahhh...back to reality.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Stop it!!
He did it again. He peed on the potty. This has brought two things to the forefront of my mind.
1. I despise the word "potty." Almost as much as panties and moist. Almost. I can at least get myself to say "potty," while I will avoid speaking the other abominations in the English language at all costs.
2. Alex is growing up really fast. Like right before my eyes. It amazes me every single day. But today I got another text from daycare. This one was a picture of him actually sitting on the toilet. My baby is all grown up. It's a bit deceiving because they installed a toddler toilet in the toddler bathroom, so it is proportioned correctly, but he is huge. He is a child now. He is not a baby anymore.
I guess there is a #3...I am sad he is getting so big so fast. Really sad. Kari mentioned that I should have another baby. I mentioned I would attack her with her own box cutter. I'll get over being sad.
1. I despise the word "potty." Almost as much as panties and moist. Almost. I can at least get myself to say "potty," while I will avoid speaking the other abominations in the English language at all costs.
2. Alex is growing up really fast. Like right before my eyes. It amazes me every single day. But today I got another text from daycare. This one was a picture of him actually sitting on the toilet. My baby is all grown up. It's a bit deceiving because they installed a toddler toilet in the toddler bathroom, so it is proportioned correctly, but he is huge. He is a child now. He is not a baby anymore.
I guess there is a #3...I am sad he is getting so big so fast. Really sad. Kari mentioned that I should have another baby. I mentioned I would attack her with her own box cutter. I'll get over being sad.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
An aside
I have a cold. Yesterday I could feel the cold's death grip creeping its way into my sinuses. Vitamin C and I teamed up and fought the good fight, but to no avail. So now my desk is slowly being taken over by Halls wrappers and wadded up tissue. I am currently sitting with a tissue crammed in my left nostril as the skin is already rubbed just about raw from blowing and wiping my nose, so I have given up and just plugged the damn thing.
If you need me, I will be sitting here doing my best to class up the joint.
If you need me, I will be sitting here doing my best to class up the joint.
Shocked me again
I received a text from daycare yesterday. Getting texts from daycare always scares the pants right off me. Every time I am expecting them to say, "That's it. We're done with him." And I will have to go get him, only to find him sitting outside with all his stuff in a bundle hanging from a stick like a hobo. Yesterday was not that day!
The message yesterday was to inform me, in all CAPS, that Alex "PEED ON THE POTTY!" I fell over from shock, sat back up and texted back the completely mature response of "SHUT UP!" His teacher was putting the kids on the toilet just to introduce the idea to them. She sat Alex on it, he sat there looking at her, she said, "Ok, go pee.", and he did. She wasn't expecting him to actually do it, so he ended up peeing on his shirt, but he did it. And then he did it again later in the afternoon...sans the peeing on the shirt part.
I wasn't even close to thinking about letting this kid out of diapers, so I am not exactly feeling mentally prepared to tackle that giant Cerberus. I am also assuming yesterday's events were a fluke and this is not yet going to be his normal mode of excreting waste, but it is just another thing that proves he will get older. And while I am impatiently waiting for him to be able to better express himself, I am not so keen on the him growing up thing.
The message yesterday was to inform me, in all CAPS, that Alex "PEED ON THE POTTY!" I fell over from shock, sat back up and texted back the completely mature response of "SHUT UP!" His teacher was putting the kids on the toilet just to introduce the idea to them. She sat Alex on it, he sat there looking at her, she said, "Ok, go pee.", and he did. She wasn't expecting him to actually do it, so he ended up peeing on his shirt, but he did it. And then he did it again later in the afternoon...sans the peeing on the shirt part.
I wasn't even close to thinking about letting this kid out of diapers, so I am not exactly feeling mentally prepared to tackle that giant Cerberus. I am also assuming yesterday's events were a fluke and this is not yet going to be his normal mode of excreting waste, but it is just another thing that proves he will get older. And while I am impatiently waiting for him to be able to better express himself, I am not so keen on the him growing up thing.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Teeth and Tantrums be DAMNED!!
I can't believe it, but I forgot how much it sucks to share a house and life with a teething child. Two year molars have reacquainted me with this horror. The drooling, the snot, the fingers jammed in the mouth, the whining. And the sinuses draining giving Alex that lovely old man that has smoked for 1,000 years cough. So add that to the tantrums and the biting and I think we have a certified "terrible two's" 1&1/2 year old.
The tantrums have pushed Travis into reading Happiest Toddler on the Block...again. We both started reading it a while ago, but neither of us really got into it. At the time, the tantrums were not all that frequent or insanely ridiculous, so my half-assed attempts at applying the theory presented in the book didn't really do much. But now that we need to figure out how to control a Tazmainian Devil on a bad acid trip, I figure I'll give it another go. I am willing to learn how to stand on my head while juggling and riding a unicycle if it will get this kid to ease up on the rubber-limbed, red faced, rolling on the floor tantrums. So reading a book and giving this guy's ideas a shot seems reasonable.
The tantrums have pushed Travis into reading Happiest Toddler on the Block...again. We both started reading it a while ago, but neither of us really got into it. At the time, the tantrums were not all that frequent or insanely ridiculous, so my half-assed attempts at applying the theory presented in the book didn't really do much. But now that we need to figure out how to control a Tazmainian Devil on a bad acid trip, I figure I'll give it another go. I am willing to learn how to stand on my head while juggling and riding a unicycle if it will get this kid to ease up on the rubber-limbed, red faced, rolling on the floor tantrums. So reading a book and giving this guy's ideas a shot seems reasonable.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Lesson Learned
There are two things Alex really likes:
1. Not getting dressed after a bath.
2. Shutting the bathroom door on me so I can't get out of the bathroom. Over and over and over again.
Last night the combination of these two things carried on for about 5 minutes or so until Travis came up with an activity more enjoyable than slamming the door in my face. Alex trotted off, I was able to vacate the bathroom, and we went about the rest of our evening agenda.
After we got Alex finally dressed and asleep, Travis went into the bathroom to straighten up from bath time. I walked over to ask him something, but I stopped mid-question when the light from the bathroom hit something shiny on the floor right in front of the door. Shiny, like wet shiny. Like a puddle of pee kind of shiny.
You would think I would have learned my lesson with the poo experience a while ago, but no...no I did not.
1. Not getting dressed after a bath.
2. Shutting the bathroom door on me so I can't get out of the bathroom. Over and over and over again.
Last night the combination of these two things carried on for about 5 minutes or so until Travis came up with an activity more enjoyable than slamming the door in my face. Alex trotted off, I was able to vacate the bathroom, and we went about the rest of our evening agenda.
After we got Alex finally dressed and asleep, Travis went into the bathroom to straighten up from bath time. I walked over to ask him something, but I stopped mid-question when the light from the bathroom hit something shiny on the floor right in front of the door. Shiny, like wet shiny. Like a puddle of pee kind of shiny.
You would think I would have learned my lesson with the poo experience a while ago, but no...no I did not.
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