Little Man needed to go back to the doctor today to make sure his ear infection was gone. While we were in the waiting room, he picked up an Animal Babies book. We flipped through it about 100 times looking at the animals.
Little Man flips pages like a maniac, so quickly in fact that he usually misses a few pages without realizing it. Thus, I can look at a board book about 10 times and still discover new pages!
During about the 10th viewing, we came across a picture of a kangaroo and a joey. I read to Little Man about how mama kangaroos keep their babies in pouches. We looked at the picture of the baby cuddling in the mama's pouch and I told Little Man how much I wished I could keep him in a little pouch.
He looked up at me and laughed. Silly Mama!
Monday, April 12, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Ladies' Man
We went to a new church today. It has a nursery for infants and pre-schoolers that is perfect for Little Man. We go to Mass while Little Man plays with the other kids and enjoys a snack. It's in a Kindergarten classroom and there's plenty of things to play with and room to explore.
I was a little nervous about dropping Little Man off this morning because it was smack in the middle of his naptime. He gets shy around new people anyway, and I thought he might get whiny, clingy, and tantrum-y. But, apparently he had a grand time. The nursery volunteers reported that he was very well-behaved and he was bouncing in the arms of a older girl when we picked him up.
As we were leaving church, we passed a group of middle school girls who were standing near a church bake sale stand. The Smartest Man Alive overheard this: "There he is! That's Logan." That statement was followed by pointing and oohing and ahhing.
My son, the ladies' man.
I was a little nervous about dropping Little Man off this morning because it was smack in the middle of his naptime. He gets shy around new people anyway, and I thought he might get whiny, clingy, and tantrum-y. But, apparently he had a grand time. The nursery volunteers reported that he was very well-behaved and he was bouncing in the arms of a older girl when we picked him up.
As we were leaving church, we passed a group of middle school girls who were standing near a church bake sale stand. The Smartest Man Alive overheard this: "There he is! That's Logan." That statement was followed by pointing and oohing and ahhing.
My son, the ladies' man.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Bad to the Bone
Things my dear, sweet son has accomplished this week:
1. He grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator. Seriously. Thankfully, it was one of the plastic bottle kinds (we are classy people) and I was standing there to intercept the contraband.
2. While we were in a toy store with my dad, he grabbed a few toys that were sitting out as displays and headed straight for the door. My dad caught the little shoplifter as he was making his getaway.
Isn't this enough to make a mama's heart swell with pride?
1. He grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator. Seriously. Thankfully, it was one of the plastic bottle kinds (we are classy people) and I was standing there to intercept the contraband.
2. While we were in a toy store with my dad, he grabbed a few toys that were sitting out as displays and headed straight for the door. My dad caught the little shoplifter as he was making his getaway.
Isn't this enough to make a mama's heart swell with pride?
Friday, April 2, 2010
A Gold Star for Mama
Little Man had two public meltdowns today. I've been dreading the day that this occurs and I pictured myself getting sweaty, frantic, and dashing out of a store without looking back. But in reality I was calm, patient, and we both survived.
Scene #1: Snip-Its, a hair salon for kids.
I've been meaning to get Little Man shoes for about a month now, but he's been sick, we've been busy, blah, blah, blah. So today we went to Viera, an outdoor shopping mall about 45 minutes north of our home. We got there a little after 9 a.m. and discovered that most of the stores didn't open until 10 a.m. (Side note: Seriously, business owners, 10 a.m. is ridiculous. We've been up since 6 a.m. and we're itching to get our errands done, so get your lazy butts out of bed a little earlier and open your stores!) We stopped by the book store and walked around to window shop.
Then, we discovered Snip-Its. It's a children's hair salon that is decorated with toys, colorful contraptions and animated movies for little guys and girls to watch while they get their hair trimmed. So, I figured we'd quickly stop in, get a quick hair cut and then buy our new big-boy shoes. Little screamed nearly from the time he hit the swivel chair. At one point, he actually wriggled out of the safety strap and nearly made a getaway. Nothing would appease the dear child. No amount of bubble-blowing, video-watching, lollipop-bribing would work. He just reached his chubby little arms out to his mama and screamed. It quite possibly was the longest hair cut of my life, but just kept repeating soothing words.
"It's O.K."
"It doesn't hurt."
"We're almost done."
"Awww. It's tough being a big boy."
He finally got his lollipop, I paid and was relieved we were done.
Scene #2: The shoe store
By the time we made it to the shoe store, Little Man was contentedly sucking on his lollipop. The store was filled with little boys, so he smiled and was making friends while his mama perused the shoes. He consented to his foot being measured. He smiled sweetly for the sales lady when she put on his new shoes. But, he did not like the shoes. He stomped his feet, pounded his little fists, laid on the ground and CRIED hysterically. He absolutely refused to stand or walk in the shoes and he only stopped screeching when I put him back in his stroller. The nice sales lady assured me that he was not the worst she'd seen, and I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. By the time we got home, he had recovered from his shoe opposition and was happily walking around the house.
Mama survived both meltdowns. Now, where's my gold star?
Scene #1: Snip-Its, a hair salon for kids.
I've been meaning to get Little Man shoes for about a month now, but he's been sick, we've been busy, blah, blah, blah. So today we went to Viera, an outdoor shopping mall about 45 minutes north of our home. We got there a little after 9 a.m. and discovered that most of the stores didn't open until 10 a.m. (Side note: Seriously, business owners, 10 a.m. is ridiculous. We've been up since 6 a.m. and we're itching to get our errands done, so get your lazy butts out of bed a little earlier and open your stores!) We stopped by the book store and walked around to window shop.
Then, we discovered Snip-Its. It's a children's hair salon that is decorated with toys, colorful contraptions and animated movies for little guys and girls to watch while they get their hair trimmed. So, I figured we'd quickly stop in, get a quick hair cut and then buy our new big-boy shoes. Little screamed nearly from the time he hit the swivel chair. At one point, he actually wriggled out of the safety strap and nearly made a getaway. Nothing would appease the dear child. No amount of bubble-blowing, video-watching, lollipop-bribing would work. He just reached his chubby little arms out to his mama and screamed. It quite possibly was the longest hair cut of my life, but just kept repeating soothing words.
"It's O.K."
"It doesn't hurt."
"We're almost done."
"Awww. It's tough being a big boy."
He finally got his lollipop, I paid and was relieved we were done.
Scene #2: The shoe store
By the time we made it to the shoe store, Little Man was contentedly sucking on his lollipop. The store was filled with little boys, so he smiled and was making friends while his mama perused the shoes. He consented to his foot being measured. He smiled sweetly for the sales lady when she put on his new shoes. But, he did not like the shoes. He stomped his feet, pounded his little fists, laid on the ground and CRIED hysterically. He absolutely refused to stand or walk in the shoes and he only stopped screeching when I put him back in his stroller. The nice sales lady assured me that he was not the worst she'd seen, and I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. By the time we got home, he had recovered from his shoe opposition and was happily walking around the house.
Mama survived both meltdowns. Now, where's my gold star?
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Spring Cleaning
I've never really felt compelled to do the whole "Spring Cleaning" thing, but we are, quite possibly, living in squalor right now. To be fair, it's not really squalor, but it's definitely below my standards (which are low for housecleaning).
Mainly the problem is that we have stacks, piles, and mountains of stuff. Books, magazines, random to-do lists half-completed, odds and ends are littering our house. I tackled part of the kitchen today. (Well, if we're being honest here, just the counter.) I bought a desk organizer from Target and cleaned out our old kitchen basket. Everything is now neatly in its place. Everything that didn't fit in the basket got shredded or pitched into the trash.
Now, the only problem is where to go next. I don't feel like our house is necessarily dirty -- just cluttered. I've bought "organizers" before, but they never seem to work out for one reason or another. You really need to have a plan and see what fits for your particular situation. Boxes and bins sometimes just contain the clutter instead of eliminating excess junk.
Normally, I'm great at organizing smaller spaces -- like my classroom at school -- but the entire house just seems so DAUNTING.
Tell me, interwebz, how do you stay organized and eliminate the clutter at home?
In the meantime, I'm going to peruse Martha's Spring Cleaning checklist and see if I can muster some motivation to tackle it.
Mainly the problem is that we have stacks, piles, and mountains of stuff. Books, magazines, random to-do lists half-completed, odds and ends are littering our house. I tackled part of the kitchen today. (Well, if we're being honest here, just the counter.) I bought a desk organizer from Target and cleaned out our old kitchen basket. Everything is now neatly in its place. Everything that didn't fit in the basket got shredded or pitched into the trash.
Now, the only problem is where to go next. I don't feel like our house is necessarily dirty -- just cluttered. I've bought "organizers" before, but they never seem to work out for one reason or another. You really need to have a plan and see what fits for your particular situation. Boxes and bins sometimes just contain the clutter instead of eliminating excess junk.
Normally, I'm great at organizing smaller spaces -- like my classroom at school -- but the entire house just seems so DAUNTING.
Tell me, interwebz, how do you stay organized and eliminate the clutter at home?
In the meantime, I'm going to peruse Martha's Spring Cleaning checklist and see if I can muster some motivation to tackle it.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Sickness
Is it possible to have a 104 degree fever TWICE in one week, driving your emotionally-fragile mom to the brink of Googling-madness? Why, yes it is, dear friends.
We're going to the doctor today.
Here's hoping that there will be fewer lukewarm baths and and less nail-biting in our future.
I suppose I've learned a few things during this prolonged illness.
1. If there's a bright side to having a sick kid, it's this: The Snuggles. Little Man normally is a rough 'n tumble, lemme go, lemme go kind of kid. But, when he's not feeling well, he's content to snuggle with his mama ALL DAY LONG. It's nice when I'm not worrying that he has some sort of fatal illness.
2. A calm husband is worth his weight in gold during times of sickness. Thanks, Smartest Man Alive.
3. Always be prepared. We had several bottles of Pedialyte, Tylenol and Motrin on hand so that when his fever spiked we didn't have to run to the store. I'm making it my personal mission to make sure we always have those supplies on hand.
UPDATE: We have a virus plus an ear infection! Antibiotics have been injested and we are simply waiting for them to work their magic.
We're going to the doctor today.
Here's hoping that there will be fewer lukewarm baths and and less nail-biting in our future.
I suppose I've learned a few things during this prolonged illness.
1. If there's a bright side to having a sick kid, it's this: The Snuggles. Little Man normally is a rough 'n tumble, lemme go, lemme go kind of kid. But, when he's not feeling well, he's content to snuggle with his mama ALL DAY LONG. It's nice when I'm not worrying that he has some sort of fatal illness.
2. A calm husband is worth his weight in gold during times of sickness. Thanks, Smartest Man Alive.
3. Always be prepared. We had several bottles of Pedialyte, Tylenol and Motrin on hand so that when his fever spiked we didn't have to run to the store. I'm making it my personal mission to make sure we always have those supplies on hand.
UPDATE: We have a virus plus an ear infection! Antibiotics have been injested and we are simply waiting for them to work their magic.
Fever, Part II
We were fever-free for about five days. Then, today the fever returned. Little Man slept fitfully last night, but we chalked it up to sleeping in the Pack 'n Play. He wound up in bed with us for most of the night, thrashing and snorting.
My mom swears that she can "smell" sickness before symptoms even surface. She says it's a sweet, acetone smell. I've always been a bit skeptical, but she's never been wrong. While I schlepped The Smartest Man Alive to his lacrosse tournament early Saturday, mom came over to watch Little Man. She announced that he had the "sick smell" and put him down for a nap.
My sister and I scoffed at her prediction and that was Mistake #1: Don't Mess with Mama's Intuition. Six hours later, Little Man was feverish, cranky, and cantankerous.
Right now, we're hoping the fever is being caused by a nasty tooth and not an ear infection or a recurrence of the cold.
Fingers crossed.
My mom swears that she can "smell" sickness before symptoms even surface. She says it's a sweet, acetone smell. I've always been a bit skeptical, but she's never been wrong. While I schlepped The Smartest Man Alive to his lacrosse tournament early Saturday, mom came over to watch Little Man. She announced that he had the "sick smell" and put him down for a nap.
My sister and I scoffed at her prediction and that was Mistake #1: Don't Mess with Mama's Intuition. Six hours later, Little Man was feverish, cranky, and cantankerous.
Right now, we're hoping the fever is being caused by a nasty tooth and not an ear infection or a recurrence of the cold.
Fingers crossed.
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