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    The Potty fake-out

    February 28th, 2011

    Our streaking saga continues…

    G has figured out a way to trick us into getting him naked: he asks to go potty. So I’ll put out there that long gone are the days I wished for a potty trained child. I was hopeful we could work on it before he turned 2. Now, not so much, so I’m not rushing him by ANY means. However, as of last week he’s asked to go potty. While I don’t think he’s ready, I can’t deny him the opportunity to go, so I fall for it. Every time.

    Why fall for it?

    Because asking for potty time, is G’s personal interpretation of the “If you give a mouse a cookie” book. It goes something like this:

    If you trust G that he has to go potty, you’ll go to the bathroom with him.
    When he sits on the potty he’ll ask you to take off his pants so they’re not in the way.
    When you take off his pants, he’ll get off the potty and run out the door.
    Fearing the territorial marking you can be in store for (if he really DOES have to potty), you chase after him.
    As you run after him, he’ll cackle with glee over his new-found freedom.
    Finally you’ll catch him and wrestle him into a diaper
    And chances are
    If you put a diaper on him, he’ll ask to go potty.

    So yeah, if you’re ever baby-sitting at our house, if G asks to go potty, hope you have your running shoes on.

    It’s how I know he loves me

    February 28th, 2011

    S2 and I had the following exchange this morning:

    Me: I love you!
    S2: buuuuuurp!

    That’s boy-speak for ‘I love you, too!’, right?

    Movie Monday

    February 27th, 2011

    G trying to whistle. Why does he always have to pick the hardest thing to start with? Neither S nor I know how to do the two-finger whistle




    S2 doing his own impersonation of Flip the Bird and Spank the Monkey


    I came out of the shower the other day to this:



    February 27th, 2011

    3 out of the 4 bipeds in our home have been claimed by a cold. The only one not (seemingly) yet affected has been S, and I’ll be harassing him to get himself an Airbourne IV drip at this point. The progression of said cold seems to go something like this:
    Day 1: scratchy throat
    Day 2: full on raw throat, congestion/sinus pressure and low grade fever. The latter two work in unison to scramble your brain.
    Day 3: better throat, congestion and congestion’s resilient friend: cough Day 4: better throat still, still congestion, worse cough. Although I’m only at the start of day 4, so ask me later

    I don’t know which of the kids I feel sorrier for: S2 because he’s so little or G who tells you when it hurts. All 3 of us seem to be at various days of the cold.

    Looks like today will be a proclaimed pajama, bed and Dinosaur Train day.

    Foto Friday

    February 25th, 2011

    Neko’s new favorite nap spot (although last week he was pretty partial to one of S2’s clothes bins)

    Chillin’ with the daddy

    How is this not the most peaceful sleep ever? It hurts to have to wake him


    Child loves to floss. Wierdo!

    Why toddlers need PJs at night

    February 23rd, 2011

    G taught us this morning why it’s important for toddlers to wear pajamas at night. In short, it keeps their beds dry. Let me tell you how we got from “no PJs” to “weee!”

    Step 1: Have your toddler outgrow their jammies. G (until yesterday) has still been in 18m footed sleepers. However, he started complaining about them feeling a little tight, so I pulled out the 2Ts.

    Step 2: Have your toddler complain about the new jammies being too big… and take them off all on his own.

    Step 3: Allow your toddler to go to sleep w/o any jammies. I thought that this could be a good lesson for him. No jammies = cold evening. I was fully prepared to go and dress him in the middle of the night. Little did I know his IKEA bedding would not only keep him warm, but get him hot enough? to inspire him to go commando.

    Step 4: Go to sleep, where unknownst to you…

    Step 5: … have toddler remove his diaper in the middle of the night and…

    Step 6: … pee all.night.long. [cue cheesy Lionel Richie music] All night. All night lo-ong.

    I came back into our bedroom this morning after nursing S2 to get myself dressed. I spotted S in bed and said “Babe, it’s time to get up, it’s almost 7.” S only responded “I have a naked boy in bed with me right now.” While I was in the nursery, G had woken up and went to our bedroom. I wasn’t too shocked to hear that he had cuddled up with S. However, I just thought S meant that “naked” = down to the diaper since that’s what G calls it. Nope. Naked naked. Birthday suit naked.

    This child loooves to run naked. It’s his favorite past-time around bath-time. I swear, come his teenage years, we will be the parents that are called when a wily teenager decides to streak the school cafeteria. Sigh.

    So… one guess as to who’s doing laundry today.

    Congealed white byproduct from a bovine

    February 20th, 2011

    “Congealed white byproduct from a bovine” It’s what we call yogurt these days. We’ve had to continuously revise our code speak for G’s benefit. Mostly so that he wouldn’t freak out when he hears about it. Freak out specifically when he decides he wants some and there’s none left in the fridge. So, uhmn, yah. Code speak.

    Milk is also known as ‘white liquid substance’. Graham crackers are ‘brown crunchy things’.

    We try to change references around once in a while, too, so that he doesn’t catch on to our code.

    Raising kids, dude. I’m learning negotiation techniques, cryptography, wrestling (necessary for nap-time), bio warfare resistance (stinky diaper or an S2 fart), high pitch tone torture acclimation (tantrums), and living with sleep deprivation. I dunno about you, but I’m pretty sure I’ll be qualified for the CIA within a few years.

    Flathead no more

    February 20th, 2011

    I figured no one would care for continuous daily crib sleep updates.

    In short, it’s been good and I’ve been very pleasantly surprised how quickly S2’s acclimated to it.
    I do have to make a journey out to him twice a night on average. S takes a non-feeding shift too, but it hasn’t been bad. If S2 does make his way back in the room with us it’s close to 5am, and the past two nights he hasn’t needed to because his second ‘mommy’ call has been around 7 which is a respectable time to get up for the day, anyway.

    One very exciting side effect is how quickly his head is re-shaping. Within a week, even a big part of the back flat spot started going away. It’s not back to perfect by any means, but I’m hopeful that by the time we see Dr. M for S2’s 4 month check-up there will be even more progress. I still ocassionally use the swing during the day for a nap here or there, but am really making an effort to have him sleep more in his bed.

    At daycare they still use the swing for him a lot. Mostly because he sleeps terribly otherwise. My theory on that one, though, is that they don’t swadle for naps, and the only way he’ll sleep recumbent is if he’s wearing his straight jacket.

    The one thing I wasn’t prepared for with the move to the nursery, is how empty our bedroom feels (to me) when he’s not here. It’s pretty amazing how much a 2-foot tall person can make a space feel whole, and if you’ve ever seen our monstrous-sized bedroom you know that’s saying a lot.

    I miss him but this transition was clearly needed. And I love waking up to him cooing to his mobile 🙂

    So yah, good bye flat-head condition. I won’t be missing you!

    Happy Valentine’s Day!

    February 14th, 2011

    Have a sweet Valentine’s Day! (G sure did)

    Baby cuddles, coos and kisses make for an excellent Valentine’s Day

    Crib slumber, part 1

    February 13th, 2011

    Well our first evening wasn’t too shabby. He fell asleep without complaint in his new digs around 7:30. Woke up at 12:50, nursed, and conked back out until 4:40. At that time, as promised I brought him back in the bedroom with me, nursed him and put him in the swing for the rest of the “night”. He got up again two hours later. S was great, and just held him. The two of them napped ’till 7:45.

    Ratio of crib sleep to swing sleep (in the last 24 hours)? 4:1. Not bad at all, I say. Dare I request a repeat?