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Shoes? Who needs shoes?

Little S2 is a BIG shoe hater. Or something.

Actually, it’s not so much that he hates shoes, as much as he loooves taking them off… and tossing them.

He hasn’t lasted a car-ride with his shoes attached to his feet in weeks, and has also recently decided that as long as he’s not STANDING on his feet, and utilizing said shoes… they gotta go! Makes for fun trips to the grocery store, and most recently outdoor buggy rides.

On Monday as I went to get the kids from play-school (I’m adopting this term from Caillou), I was greeted at the door with a sad-faced Ms. J who told me that one of S2’s shoes is a no-show, and the last time it was seen was when they left for their afternoon buggy ride around the neighborhood. They had gone back to look for it to no avail. I’ll be honest, hearing this made me a little irked. Yes, it wasn’t the teachers’ fault the shoe was missing, but at $40 for a pair of shoes (that he outgrows every few months), I wasn’t looking forward to forking over more money for more things S2 can loose.

The next day, S2 came home sporting blue masking tape over the straps of his shoes. Tacky (ha! get it?), butΒ  hey — effective. For the day following, I found a pair of Size 6 Carter’s shoes G never wore. They were brand new, hard-soled, still velcro strapped, but tighter around the ankle. They stayed on all day… even though S2 felt like he was wearing a boat around his foot (he’s a size 5-5.5).

Meanwhile, I called one of our local kids-shoes stores: it’s where we’ve been buying the boys’ stuff for awhile, and talked to the owner. She’s fantastic, and I’ve always felt in good hands with her. We talked over the phone — I told her my sad story, and she empathized, because she raised a shoe thrower too. Alas, she said, there were few solutions to my problem, and the primary one would be laced shoes. While a pain in the rear, I’m willing to commit to laces, if it will mean both shoes come home.

The next afternoon I finally had a chance to take the monkey to the (same) shoe store. The owner wasn’t there, but I had enough of our conversation together to tell them what I was suggested to look at. They measured his feet, in case he was tossing his shoes for being too tight: they weren’t, but was worthwhile doing anyway. The kicker, is that because he’s little, not many brands make shoes with laces in his size. As a matter of fact,t hey had NOTHING on-site to try. They did bring out two other pairs though: one from Jumping Jacks, and another from Keen. The Keen were a no-go right off the bat: they were sandals, and I’m not confident enough we’re done with rain for the season. The Jumping Jacks??? Well, lemme tell ya’

I put them on S2’s feet. Hard soled, and he’s still getting used to the idea. Yet, he waddled around in them just fine. They were Velcro, but it was a single Velcro closure that had to be opened by 2 tabs, each facing a different direction. At $48 for the pair, I wanted to be sure these would stay on. So I asked him “Hey, bud! Come over here and take off your shoes!” I sat him in my lap, lifted his leg up and watched him go. Kid took off the pair in no time flat, held the shoe up in his hand and waved it around. Thanx for saving me $50, buddy! We weren’t getting you those shoes πŸ™‚

So all that was left was shopping by catalog. They showed me one pair from Stride Rite, whose shoes I love, and the kids have worn for years, that comes in laces. I ordered them that evening. Now we wait. They should arrive tomorrow. Perhaps they’ll stay on too.

Ma woman!

This is one of S2’s little friends from daycare. Apparently she is his woman, and only he gets to stroll her around (and bump her into objects). No kissing from anyone else is permitted.

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Foto Friday

I attended a very regretful event earlier this month, and as I watched a slide-show of a man’s life, I realized how important photos of US with the kids are. Photos of ME with the kids. Yes, I make it a point to have a photographer visit us at least once a year, but in the grand scheme of things: not enough. So I’m trying to get better at getting IN some images myself. So here go, some not-so-technically correct pics, but ones I’m happy with regardless πŸ™‚

Yeah, I think we’re on track

In advance of S2’s 18m appointment, we were given a 23-question questionnaire to fill-out. I suspect the purpose is to detect early markers for Autism, based on the questions. It must be a new thing for our office, because we didn’t do this with G. So let’s see…

#3. Does your child like climbing on things, such as up stairs?
Climbing? Why yes, especially foot-stools that lead up to sinks, because he is completely OCD when it comes to washing his hands. He also enjoys falling off of said step-stools because he mis-calculated the distance between his reach and the location of the hand-soap.

#6. Does your child ever use his/her finger to point, to ask for something?
Yes. Obsessively! Followed by the sign for “more”. And the sound for what I’m pretty sure is “this”. And he’s determined to not stop asking until he gets what he wants… or may the force be with you.

#13. Does your child imitate you?
Uhmn… I hope not. Sarcasm doesn’t look good on a 16m old.

#19. Does your child try to attract your attention to his/her own activity?
Well, does grinning ear to ear when he’s doing something naughty, and hopes you will smile instead of get mad count? ‘Cuz we’ve got that!

#20. Have you ever wondered if your child is deaf?
Selectively? Yes, I’m pretty certain he is, because I know I’ve told him not to try and pull off the safety guards off of our electrical outlets, and he (chooses not to) hear me.

So I think we’re pretty good.

Sometimes I wish they wouldn’t share!

I think that health insurance companies should make their company’s a ‘2-for-1’ special when there are kids on the policy. Clearly because not only are they walking petri dishes, but because the only thing they want to share is germs.
Case in point, I have been to the pediatrician twice in under one week, accompanied by a different child.

G got over his cold in 24 hours. S2 on the other hand has decided he likes his current germy friends, they were partying from Monday Wednesday and even invited Ear Infection to join the fun.
If you’re counting, this is S2’s 7th ear infection in 10 months. It is his 3rd in 3 months. The last two happened within weeks of each other and we had to go through 3 separate rounds of antibiotics to clear the fluid build-up. I’m hoping this time won’t be as bad. But it’s also the start of flu season (Thanx for the happy announcement, doc!), so chances are it won’t be the last in the next few months either.

S and I were both very prone to eat infections as kids. S2, clearly, did not manage to avoid our fate. G has has a couple himself, but S2 wins the medal on this between the two.

We meet back with our pedi in 11 more days for a follow-up. I think I’m ready for a more serious discussion about what to do next. Every time S2 gets a cold it moves to his ears, and I’m not interested in dealing with this for months on end during a critical language development period. Plus it’s uncomfortable for him. Plus the extra cost of prolonged sick time is expensive for us (in time off work, or additional child-care). The nurse practitioner that diagnosed the latest round said that tubes might not quite be the next move for us. That more than likely we’ll be put on a low grade anti-biotic for the duration of the flu season, to try and see if more time will let our dude age out of infections. Only after that would we be referred to an ENT who will then decide what to suggest. I’m not thrilled over this possibility. The idea of being on antibiotics just in case is not sit well with me. Establishing a resistance to these meds is one hang up (especially given how many medicines we had to try to get rid of the last one); damage to his stomach a second; and I just don’t want to bomb the whole village just to get rid of the rats out of one house. I would be open to doing a steroid/antibiotics combo to clear the current bug and liquid, but not at all as a prophylactic. I’m also completely open to tubes, even if he has to have this procedure several times before he ages out.

So we’ll see if our pediatrician will actually recommend, but no matter what I’m ready to see a specialist. Don’t get me wrong, I loooove our pedi, but sometimes what I love about him (the fact that he’s conservative on over-medicating and taking aggressive steps), I also find frustrating when I think it’s the better course of action.

The great news is that S2 has already had two days worth of antibiotics doses (when he wakes up in a little bit I’ll give him his 3rd day one), and he had no fever yesterday. He’s still on a feeding strike, but given the fact that he’s shoving his hands in his mouth like there’s no tomorrow, I think that’s more of a teething thing (he really needs #26 to come soon to add some symmetry), I think that’s more teething related. So monkey IS getting better… for now πŸ™‚

Movie Monday

Boys and their hats…. Actually this was a pretty spectacular event because both G and S2 cannot stand to have a hat on their hand for more than a second. The fact that this lasted long enough to me to be able to record it is even more miraculous.

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16 months

Lookie! Another month has gone by. S2 is continuing on the path of lovable mischief.

The little guy is now tall enough to reach the handles of most of our doors. This means a bit more free range around the house. It also, unfortunately means more access to outside the house. Our home is now on lock-down, at least more consciously so. This was after chasing him to the front door as he tried to open it, and yelling “No!” And what does he do? Turn around and laugh. At me. In my face. Little stinker is 1, and I’m getting him laughing at me when I tell him he’s in trouble. And I know he does it because he knows I think he’s cute, and I can’t help but smile at him. It took all my will-power not to crack up at him laughing at me.

He’s also become a very picky eater. He now eats 3 things: yogurt, oatmeal and pretzel chips. Occasionally he’ll throw something else in there as a variety, but I have no idea what happened to the kid that couldn’t keep his hands out of my plate. I was really hoping this one would be the good eating one.

Weight: 23lb, 12oz
Height: 30.5″

Favorite food: pretzel chips

Favorite toy: I dunno on this one. He’s not showing a great deal of tie to any one item. He is pretty happy with our play-kitchen though and spends a lot time there.

Number of teeth: 5

Number of words: 6. New one is “Hi!”

Naughtiest moment: trying to run away from home πŸ™‚

Every day should be a train/sparkly ring/grilled cheese/gymnastics day

We had a very family-oriented day today. And it was awesome! I know not every day (or even every week-end) can be all about hanging out together, avoiding chores altogether, but it’s fun to do it once in awhile.

It all started with my engagement ring. It’s been in dire need of a cleaning, and an appraisal. Plus after some nagging reminders from friends, a check that the tension is set just right. So S took my ring in and dropped it off earlier this week, but it wouldn’t be available and ready for pick-up until today. To which S suggested “Why don’t we all go to The City and pick it up. And then maybe we can stop by The Melt and try it out”. You see The Melt is a grilled cheese place that we’ve been talking about for what feels like a year now, but we never have cause to go to the city together, so it’s always one of those “sounds-good-in-theory-but-isn’t-realistic-to-happen” discussions.

Plus given the fact that 1) G loves trains; 2) has been asking to take a train to San Fcansisco for ages (and we tricked him once), I thought it was a great chance to combine that into the day. So S and G took the train, S2 and I drove and picked them up at Caltrain, and headed to the Jewelery Center. Since S2 woke up right as we parked, I agreed to haul the kids into the store. Because, you know, what’s better than a 3.5 yr old and a 15m year old sitting in a store surrounded by millions of dollars worth of small, sparkly items? I was pretty surprised how long this event took. But the kids did awesome and there were lots of ladies oogling the cute, (shockingly) well behaved boys. The last time I was in this place was when S and I were picking out my engagement ring. There’s something poetic about coming back with the family that resulted in that proposal.

Then came grilled cheese. OMG, holy good. I’m glad there’s not one of these places in our near 5mi vicinity, because I’d be in trouble. G ate 1/2 his sandwich, after he claimed all our chips bags, and then had an incredibly delicious choco-chip cookie to follow. My only complaint about the SF location was the lack of kid seating. However, given that they’re located in the heart of the financial district, where children are more or less mythical creatures, it’s kind of excusable. Hopefully their Palo Alto location (damn cashier had to tell me there was one reasonably close to me after all) will be a bit more child-acknowledging.

As we finished lunch and exclaimed how we were deprived of a $50 in quarters to pay for parking (I’m exaggerating… but not really — downtown SF is $.25/3 min worth of parking), we debated whether or not to hit up the Yerba Buena playground. It’s something S has been asking to do, and it’s literally blocks away from where we were. But given that it was now 12:30 and I was hoping I would not battle kids asleep IN the car, I asked to go home. It was well timed with the following G conversation:

G: Daddy! Look at that clock (pointing to a tall outside clock on one of the SF skyscrapers)
S: Yeah, that’s right
G: Is it saying it’s time to go home???

Today, yes, it was.

We managed to have both kids stay awake the whole drive home. From time to time, I’ll take a car nap, but I result to car naps as a last resort. The boys will sleep in the car, but no more than an hour and we HAVE to drive for them to stay asleep. This means that nothing gets done while this sleeping happens. On the other hand, if they manage to sleep at home, we can still get 2-3 hours worth of napping out of G, and 1.5-2hr out of S2. And quiet. At home. So I’m willing to act like a fool in the car just to keep the monkeys awake.

By 2pm they were both down in their beds and asleep. Until almost 4 when it was time to leave and head toΒ  one of my mom’s club annual events: The Winter Family Gymnastics Event. We did it last year, G had a blast, and we ended up signing him up for gymnastics for awhile following. But even though we have no plans to re-enroll him back in gymnastics, we went anyway, because 1) it’s free; 2) it’s a TON of fun. Both boys had a blast. I was a little worried that S2 would be pretty pissed off because he’d either not be allowed to participate since he’d be too young, or there wouldn’t be enough for him to do, but that was certainly not the case: he really stuck in there. We ended up with pizza (provided by the event) which S2 devoured, and two pooped out kids.

Major success of a day.