Coming Soon: Wankel Baby Part Deux, the Sequel

That’s right folks, we’ve taken another plunge into the deep, dark waters of parenting and we done made another one. I’m 7 weeks along as of yesterday.*

This time around it was especially difficult to keep quiet for so many weeks. I’m online a LOT more than before, what with my blog and my Twitter account and all. I wanted so badly to complain to the blogosphere about my “afternoon sickness” and my near-immediate baby bump and my frequent potty visits and my bone-crushing fatigue that hit right when kiddo was on Spring Break from preschool. I even wrote this post like 3 weeks ago, just to get the whole thing off my mind. But sadly that didn’t work. It just sat there in my Drafts folder, mocking me.

We also found out the day before the earthquake/tsunami/radioactive leak in Japan. Nothing like finding out you’re bringing another person into this world and then witnessing a gigantic natural disaster. Egads. I wanted to talk to all of you about that so badly. Like, “What was I thinking, bloggy friends?!”

And you all would have told me I was thinking that babies are fun, and I always wanted Bowie to have a sibling, and the timing is right in a lot of other ways, and if the world does end in the near future, I will have another living soul by my side that loves me (never a bad thing).

There, I just told it all to myself. Guess I don’t need you after all! (Just kidding, of course I do.)

So, AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH. That is my huge sigh of relief for finally feeling comfortable spilling the baby beans. And YESSSSSS! That is my celebration for a whole new bucket of blog fodder to work with. It’s been kind of a dry spell lately.

Guess I better change this category from “The Kiddo” to “The Kiddos”, huh? (OMG WE’RE GOING TO HAVE TWO CHILDREN.)

*Didn’t plan on letting it all spill so early, totally waited until 12 weeks with Bowie. But a few people guessed immediately, and after that I just couldn’t keep my mouth shut about it, so here we are. I’m confident things are fine, and if something tragic did happen, at least I’d have everyone to help me through it.

Individuality

All of a sudden, Bowie is full of all of these feelings and ideas and opinions, and he will come up to me and say something and I have one of those mom moments where you realize, “I did actually create another human being.”

“I want to wear my glasses.” (Points to my sunglasses.) “Like mommy’s glasses, but Bowie’s glasses. It’s too sunny.”

“No mommy, I don’t want to try it. I don’t think I like.”

“Mommy, is time for school? I like school. I like to see [names of 10 kids from school].”

And he remembers stuff! It’s amazing. For example, at his swim class, we always sing this fun song at the end, and then the teacher gives everyone a high five. It’s pretty routine, so when we come home and tell Daddy how swim class went, I never even talk about it. While telling bedtime stories last night, I asked him about swim class.

Me: You climbed out of the pool all by yourself, right?

Bowie: Yes.

Me: And you went under the water two times, right?

Bowie: Yes. But hurts my eyes.

Me: Yeah, it hurts your eyes. We will wear the goggles next time, okay?

Bowie: Ok.

Me: What else did we do?

Bowie: Sing songs and high fives!

Just like that, he remembered that his eyes hurt under water and that we sing and do high fives. If you don’t have kids and you are reading this right now, you probably think I’m a total nut job but trust me, watching your kid come into his own in simple ways like this is mind-blowing.

When we started preschool last December, I took solace in the fact that he was one of the youngest kids there. My little 2 1/2 year old. How old is he? “2 1/2…” I’d say over and over again. Then just the other day it dawned on me that he’s ALMOST THREE. Almost 3. Good lord. What’s next, his driver’s license?

Preschool Petri Dish

We were warned about preschool. About how a preschool (or any school or daycare, for that matter) can bring down even the healthiest of children (which I thought my little bug was) on a weekly basis. I shrugged it off. My kiddo is uber-healthy! Won’t happen to us!

I never made a single sick visit to our pediatrician, save for the sprained ankle and the Diaper Rash From Hell, until a month ago. Not that he never got sick, he did have a couple of minor colds. Just nothing doctor-worthy.

Then, we started preschool last December. And we all got a cold. (The unspoken part of this warning that failed to occur to me is that, when kiddo gets sick, the whole family gets sick.) Then the holidays came and went, and we spent our New Year’s Day nursing cold #2. A month later, we are all sick again, this time kiddo gets his first ear infection. And now, another month later, we’re all sick again, and he’s got a double ear infection.

So basically we’ve been sick all year.

Here’s to Spring, opening up the windows to air out the house, sending those germs packing. I’m so tired of being sick. I guess I can be grateful for all of our healthy years. But seriously, TIRED of the SICK.

First Haircut

The kiddo got his first ever haircut while we were on our amazing and fantastically relaxing vacation in Hawaii last week. We were bumming around a mall on the last day between checking out of the hotel and getting on the airplane, and getting his lovely locks cut once and for all was a great way to kill time.

It may also have fueled our decision that he had been mistaken for a girl by about 1 bazillion people in Hawaii. Which I never thought would bother me. But it did.

And also, he was not a fan of the hair, because it was constantly blowing into his face, getting in his eyes, getting into his dinner, getting tangled and needing painful combing, needing constant washing and conditioning, everything that sucks about having long hair.

I was a wee bit emotional when the lady started to cut his hair, also completely unexpected. And now he looks like such a big kid to me for some reason!

But, totally worth it. And now we have a really fun first haircut story to tell him when he’s older.

BEFORE (Surfer Boy):

AFTER (Dapper Dan):

Big, Wide World

Nothing can match the curiosity of a toddler. Their thirst for knowledge and seeing new things is insatiable. They are always ready for the excitement that awaits them around every corner.

On nice days, Bowie and I will walk the 10 blocks to his preschool, just a little bit more than a half mile one way. Most days, the would-be 15 minute walk takes us at least 30 minutes, sometimes as long as 45 minutes.

Bowie fills this time with smelling flowers, petting cats, pointing out airplanes, reading letters on signs, waving to neighbors, feeling all the different plants, picking up sticks, walking backwards and a million other things. He really LOVES seeing new things, finding new things, learning new things. I wish we could all keep that thirst for knowledge as adults. But, sadly I think many of us lose it.

Here’s to bringing out our inner curious toddler.

Two

Yesterday my baby boy turned two. All I can say lately is, “WOW. TWO. WOW.”

We returned yesterday evening from another whirlwind family visit in Wisconsin, and we drove past the hospital he was born in. It does not feel like two whole years have passed!

Partially, I think that is because we are still total noob parents, and Bowie reminds us every day. After all the poop blow outs, all the public tantrums, all the sugar crashes, all the day trips with no diapers, we are still making mistakes daily. But my mom says that never stops. So I feel better. I think.

Bowie, what can I say about you at age two? You are a CHATTERBOX. You walk around all day long, trying out your new words, your new phrases, and some of that gibberish you’ve always been saying. When mama lets you park your tuckus in front of the TV, you’re really enjoying Sesame Street, Yo Gabba Gabba, Dinosaur Train, Curious George, Thomas the Tank Engine and, oddly, Super Readers.

But if you had to pick just one, I’m positive it would be Thomas. You love trains and planes and bikes and cars and basically anything else with wheels. Also, dinosaurs, balls, rocks, mud, hammers, you are ALL BOY ALL THE TIME. Which I am learning to love.

Your picky eating habits are on their way out the door. (Well, now I’ve jinxed it.) Lately you’ve been enjoying some new things, and even eat what we do for dinner occasionally. I have to get out of the habit of making two different things for meals before you figure out that you have me completely wrapped around your little finger.

Your sleeping habits leave something to be desired, as I have been chronicling here lately. But, mommy and daddy still have a few tricks up their sleeves, and things are improving. It could have a lot to do with the whole cutting of the two year molars, and the fact that I haven’t, for almost two months now, been able to find a decent disposable diaper, and you often wake up soaked in your own pee pee. Sorry about that.

This is a fun age. I would say that I wish you could stay this age, but I have said that a lot in the past, and it always turns out that the next stage is always even more fun. I’m looking forward to watching you grow up day by day.

Happy second birthday, sweet pea! Here’s to a whole bunch more!

Love,

Mommy

18 Months

I never got into the writing a letter to my kid every month thing, but for some reason, 18 months seems like one of those really important milestone ages and I just had some musings on it, so here we go.

You are 18 months now, kiddo. I cannot believe it has been a full year and a half since you were born, because I can remember even the most minute detail about your birth as if it happened just yesterday. But now you’re walking, running, talking, playing with toys in their intended fashion, you’re growing up! And everyone says that before I know it, we’ll be celebrating 18 years. I think I believe them.

Right now, your favorite words are “doggie” and “daddy”, but since you seem to enjoy hugging me more than hugging doggie or daddy, I don’t take insult at the fact that you haven’t gotten the word “mommy” down quite yet.

You’ve mastered the art of the tantrum, and some days I want to pull all my hair out and throw the couch through the window, but I remind myself that it’s a phase. At least I flipping hope so! And you’re teaching me to be a more patient and understanding person. So there’s that.

Every day with you is a complete joy, tantrums, poopy diapers and all. As I watch you grow and change, it becomes harder and harder to believe that you are something that I made inside of me (well, with a little help from nature). I used to think I’d want you to be a baby forever, but now I find myself eager to see what comes next.

Love you kiddo.

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Our First Time Out

Monday morning, 9 a.m. Mommy is checking email, updating the Christmas gift list, entering Pampers codes, generally important morning-on-the-internet kind of stuff. Kiddo is quietly playing with some dishes in the kitchen.

He gets up to show me something he found, and when he realizes I’m on the computer: insta-meltdown. Screaming, crying, hitting, throwing things, the works. So, I get up from the computer, check out the toy, calm him down. Then I get back on the computer, and the meltage starts up again.

Repeat FOUR times.

So, I said to him, you are going in a time out. And I put him in his crib.

I didn’t know what else to do, he’s screaming and being violent for the sole purpose of getting my full, undivided attention. Is he too young to learn that sometimes I have to do other things, and he has to be ok with that?

At the end of the time out, we hugged and kissed, and I told him I love him. Big smiles. Then he followed me into the bathroom and screamed at me during my entire shower.

Walking Skillz

Finally, at 14 months old, Bowie has decided that this whole walking thing may after all be a viable means of transportation. HE IS WALKING, PEOPLE.

So for all you other moms of 12 and 13 month olds whose kiddo’s peers are all walking around like nobody’s business while yours still crawls, two things: 1. I sympathize, it sucks. 2. I’m living proof that it’s normal to have a kid who refuses to walk until the very last second before the pediatrician is about to do every single (highly expensive) test on them to find the problem.

A friend of mine whose child began walking at 11 months was so smug and always telling me, “they all walk eventually”. Yeah, but yours is walking NOW. I want MINE to walk NOW. WHY won’t he WALK.

Well, anyway, the torturous waiting game is over. My kid is finally walking. Now I can commence complaining about how much trouble he gets into 😛