One couple's journey through parenthood
Today? A double feature 🙂
On Friday I had some jazz going on the radio. S2 decided that it was time to rock out, by head-banging side to side. You know jazz, it brings the animal out in you???
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S2 wearing the dinosaur train S made. Complete with chasing your tail (unplanned) spinning.
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Me: S2, are you a baby or a little boy
S2: No!
Me: Ok, then what are you?
S2: Monhee!
(maybe I’ve called him a monkey one too many times)
S2 has ear tubes put in yesterday. It’s been an experience, and he was a remarkable trooper.
It didn’t start settling in for me what was going to happen until our pre-op call with the hospital this Monday. When the nurse started talking about fasting, bubble-gum flavored anesthesia, and visiting in recovery it started to hit me. Yet, the scariest part to me, was not the time away, nor the actual surgery, but NOT being allowed to feed him. I felt comfortable with everything else, but the idea of denying him food, and breaking our morning routine was just not my idea of a good time. I dreaded it, and having to hear “Ou-a muk?” (where’s the milk) with him giving me his little palm-up questioning expression as the very first words out of his mouth greeting me was not fun. Yet, he did great!
He behaved at the surgery center… for the most part, and other than treating the waiting area chairs as a jungle gym and slapping our admitting nurse across the face, he was an angel. We’ll pretend I didn’t mention that last part 🙂
S was worried how our little guy would react to being taken away from us by a complete stranger, but he took off with the anesthesiologist without a problem.
The surgery itself was 15 minutes. I ate a croissant. Used the rest-room. And then we were called in to see him.
It was rough walking into the recovery room and hearing him cry though. Especially since he was still out of it, and it was ultimately like trying to comfort a child that was having a night terror. I felt bad for the adults that were recovering in the same space too: it’s an open room, with curtains for “privacy”. Lemme tell you, curtains are not the same as a calm, soundproof space. We got to take him home within 20 minutes, where he proceeded to nap, eat a ton, and then start causing mischief 🙂
Now… let’s see if this makes an impact on the frequency of ear bugs. Meanwhile, S and I are over-sensitive to what he’s saying. I realize that a speech break-through the next day is unrealistic, but we keep asking if he’s more talkative today than other days.
Here’s a few iPhone pics of his morning
My morning sunshine. I wish I got his “Where’s my milk?” pose though.
Helping me get him ready
The waiting area. Seconds before this…
…became this
Reading Keates. Upside down. It’s ok — it makes as much sense in this direction as rightside up.
On the way to pre-op
Nurse: And what is S2’s REAL name? Us: S2. Nurse: Really?!
Listening to S2’s bugs
Reading the waiting room literature
Oh monkey! How you have come to dread these monthly sticker sessions. Luckily for you, I will torment you with only 3 more of these this year. Unlikely for me, I have 3 more of you do this this year. You see, what I’m hoping for is something like this:
but with a little bit more smile. Instead you give me this:
and this:
(and those were the GOOD out-takes).
S2’s personality is really developing right now. He’s a super sweet little man: helpful, and empathetic. When someone’s hurt, he brings them whatever will make them comfortable by listening to the conversations around them. He’s brought G ice out of the freezer when he had a bump, out of no-where, and runs to fetch G’s loveys when he’s upset. He likes to be a little mischievous, but tells you with his face when he’s trying to be funny. He’s also a flirt. BOY does he like the ladies. And if you’re wearing a low cut shirt, he likes to pull it and look down your blouse… or bathing suit. So watch out ladies — he’s in full on goods inspection mode too. He loves riding bikes, splashing water around, and building whatever tall tower anyone around him has painstakingly built.
Weight: 26lb 4oz
Height: 31.75″
Favorite food: Is it a breakfast good that has carbs? Yeah, he’ll eat that. Anything else? Not so much. We definitely know he’s picky-pants because he’ll accept foods with harder, chunkier textures, but turns his nose at about 99% of anything I give him that does not come out of a jar.
Favorite toy: Still water 🙂 And maybe the toothpaste tube
Favorite activity: Swimming
New accomplishment: Being able to open the front door to the house. Damn kids getting tall before their brains adapt to danger
Number of teeth: Still 11, but at his dentist visit this past Monday, we’re seeing the canines rising
Number of words: 35. Added:
Naughtiest moment: Biting. Oh the biting :-/
Temper tantrum meter: moderate-high
Bowling time!
Drawing a sun. Given the number of rays coming off of it, it must be a hot day in his imagination.
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Today, because it’s Tuesday (and somehow I have the hardest time waking up on Tuesday), I’m dedicating this post to sleep. Presenting 3 images, all taken the same day interestingly enough.
As a side note, have you ever had the creepy feeling someone is watching you while you sleep? Yeah, this is definitely the case in our house. And we not only watch. We take photos. In other words, if you spend the night over, you’ve been cautioned to NOT sleep in the buff! Anyway…
Exhibit A: one of the cutest moments I’ve had with G to date. He got in trouble the night before and had to spend the night in his room, no TV. He crawled in bed with us the next morning, snuggled up to me and asked to hold my hand. I scooped him closer and snuggled. Instead he gave me a big hug and we fell back asleep together. Like this.
Exhibit B: should you have doubts on Darwin’s Origin of Species, and our linkage to primates, I present to you the following image.
This, my friends, is what you get with a tired preschooler. He climbed our eliptical and decided that it would make an excellent place for a nap. I’ve told you he’s not a morning person. He’s SO hard to wake up in the morning, let alone get out of bed. I get a mopy, sleepy mess, zombi-ing around the house in search for a place to hide and crash. The eliptical definitely wins for originality.
Exhibit C: Finally a snuggle nap for S2 and me. We had a play-date out in the East Bay and I was exhausted by the time we got home. Of course little monkey napped the whole ride home, but woke up way before I was ready for him to be. So we snuggled on the couch. He’s not interested in TV. Hasn’t been until now, anyway, but I really needed 20 minutes, so I figured I’d give it a shot. I put Thomas on, and he was entertained enough for 15 minutes to let me get an exceptionally quick cat snooze. Quick enough that I had no idea, S was overhead, craning from the top floor to get this picture.
I think I want a nap now.
S2 saw an internist last week to talk about ear tubes (I’ll spoil it for ya’ – he’s getting some). I arrived to the appointment early to fill out paperwork. I really enjoy these — the forms are awesome, and OH so applicable for a 19 month old kid. For example:
– How much exercise does he get? As vigorous as they come. And a lot more than 30 minutes, 4 times a week
– How much caffeine does he consume ? None. Although if you’ve seen him, you’d think otherwise
– Does he or has he ever used tobacco?
WELL, I SURE HOPE AS HELL NOT!!!!
S2 is on his way of making sentences. He now has 3 phrases that I’ve heard:
The first, last night, I disregarded because, quite frankly, the way we use ‘all done’ could very well be a single word in a little kid’s mind.
But this morning he went from ‘Opa!’, ‘Opa!’, ‘Opa!’, asking me to unscrew the top off a bottle of sunblock to ‘Opa puhs’. And then right to S, carrying a book, requesting ‘Rd boo-h’.
We’ve got sentence forming here!