15 posts tagged “32 months”
We took T to the ENT this morning. Good news - although he has fluid in his right ear, it is not infected! Yeah! Also good news, he passed the hearing tests with all results in the normal ranges. There were a few of the very soft noises that he didn't respond to until the second, third, or fourth sounding, but they were very, very soft to my ears. He sat on my lap for the hearing test and caught on to the games quickly.
T was perfectly behaved and was very sweet and good. He was also very tired so he was a bit more subdued. His tiredness did have him lying on the floor in the hallway when B was trying to take him back to school while I stayed, but he didn't make a scene (other than being on the floor saying No.)
We decided to schedule surgery to have a second round of tubes put in. Currently it is set for April 15th, though could be done this Thursday depending on a few things. It was the doctor's opinion that since he has already had a couple of infections since the tube fell out of his right ear that he will probably continue to have them. She said many kids grow out of the need (or proclivity to ear infections) by two-and-a-half or three, but others not until age eight. One percent never grow out of it. She said that the left ear tube is on the way to falling out now, so they recommend getting it done together.
In other health news T had a high fever Saturday morning (3:37 AM to be exact of when we took his temp) and Saturday evening as he went to bed. He was fine to low grade the rest of the day. Sunday he was fine. The fever was 101 - 102. Other than being subdued with a decreased appetite, he was OK. He has a yucky sounding cough again now. The ENT didn't like the sound of the cough and suggested we see his regualr pediatrician. However he has only had it for two days so we decided to wait.
Friday was a big day in the Toddler 2 classroom. Not only was it orange day - wear something orange, bring an orange show and tell, and bring an orange snack - it was the Toddler 2 Fashion Show! Today, up in the auditorium the kids 'strutted' their stuff in front of thier peers, teachers, and parents. It was quite cute.
T wore his pirate costume and was quite the little man. Loved it. He loved it - or loved that both B and I came to see him. :-)
Last night I said to T, "Guess what tomorrow is?" "What?" he replied. "It's my birthday," I said. "And daddy and I are going to give you a card with a bear and a flower on it!" he beamed at me. :-)
"Will you draw me a picture at school for my birthday?" "Do you like dinosaurs?" "Yes!" I said. "I will draw you a circle dinosaur," said my little sweetie. "And will you wish me happy birthday when you wake up?" I asked. "Happy Birthday!" "Thank you! Will you tell me again tomorrow?" "Happy birthday mommy! It's going to be my birthday too."
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T woke up this morning at 3:37 AM, "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy I'm wet!" "What's up bugedy?" I said. "After you change my diaper I want to go back to sleep. In the rocking chair." What no happy birthday? ;-) So we snuggled in the rocking chair, then eventually went back to mommy and daddy's bed where we shared my pillow. We 'slept' until 7. T had a hard first part of the morning where he had obviously not gotten enough sleep. Trying to dissuade him from one tantrum B tried to get him to sing happy birthday to me, a song T likes to sing. No go. While B sang, T continued to whine and cry. However, by the time he was dressed and had eaten one large whole wheat frozen waffle (toasted) and one set of four blueberry mini waffles, he was in a better mood. Better still after a big poop and some quiet time, so that when the two eventually left me to work at home, T sang a very nice rentdition of the song to me. :-) Complete with, "...and many poop more!"
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I don't think it will happen, but I am wondering if a little child will join me on this birthday. I spent a couple hours mid-morning with a pregnant friend. She called me to explain a voice mail I hadn't heard yet where she had thought she was in labor and was heading for the hospital. Sounding teary on our call, she did start crying, and was quite willing to have me come by when I suggested. Pregnancy hormones are NO fun. I so wish I could have done more than say, "we need to have you find your happy place, to let all these little annoyances roll off your back like rain on a windshield." She has too much stuff buzzing around in her head and I didn't know how to calm the buzzing.What I could do wasn't what she most wanted and needed, and what she most wanted and needed I wasn't able to do. Makes me realize yet again how easy of a time I had with T.
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I've gotten lots of birthday wishes. :-) Most through cyber space which is interesting. A bunch by email, a bigger bunch on Facebook, three calls, and five cards (with more on the way I'm told). Thanks to everyone! :-)
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I met B and T at a restaurant for my birthday dinner. Normally it is hard to get T to leave school, especially if they are out on the playground. Not today. When B went to get him he asked T if he remembered what day it was and what they were doing. "Yeah!" T said. "What?" asked B. "What?" said T. "It's mommy's birthday and we're going to celebrate." "Yeah!" said T and he marched right out. "It's mommy's birthday today, we're going to celebrate!" he told Mr. N. "We're going to celebrate mommy's birthday!" he said to Miss Lisa as he marched by her and off the palyground.
Apparently he could barely contain himself in the car and at the restaurant. When I arrived and B told him, he was about to wiggle out of his booster seat with excitement. "Mommy!" he called to me with a big grin from across the patio. I barely sat down when he said, "We have a card!" The waitress came by and he told her it was my birthday while B pulled out a gift. T was beside himself. "Open it mommy, open it," and he helped me tare into the paper. "Flowers!," he cried with excitement. "Chocolates!" I said with enjoyment. "I want some," said T, and quickly attempted to grab several from the big box of Whittman's he and B had given me. I then opened the cards (one from B, one from T.) Sure enough, like his proclamation of the night before, T had a card with a bear and a flower for me. B's was very sweet about him meeting an angel and then marrying her. :-)
We had a nice, though quick dinner - pizza for T, scampi for B, pasta primavera and a house pinot noir for me, and then tarimisu and chocolate gelato - Yum.
Some time last week T asked B to tell him a bed time story. One of his delay tactics he pulls out after lights are out. This particular night he asked for a story about a hedgehog and three big bad wolves. The story B came up with was quite good and involved the hedgehog cooking soup (something T likes to help me with.) The hedgehog kept getting interrupted by the bad wolves (one at a time) telling him they were going to blow his house down and get him. The hedgehog informed each of them that he lived in a hole in the ground and they could blow all they wanted but it would do no good. He also told them to leave him alone as he was cooking. When the last wolf came he was quite exasperated and told the wolf about the pigs down the lane; then he sat down to eat his soup.
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In an effort to stave off bad dreams, when I rock T after lights out I ask him to think about what he is going to dream about. This started when he would talk about wanting to play with a particular book character. I would say, "Well, in your dreams you could play with the girl giraffe..." For some time now he has said he is going to dream about a ball - a blue ball or a pink ball. Tonight I told him to close his eyes and dream about playing with his pink ball. He said, "no, I'm going to dream about a cham-panzee [his word for chimpanzee], a mommy duck, a baby duck, a gorilla, and another mommy duck." "Oh, good," I said. "A dark brown or a light brown champanzee?" "light brown." "A silverback groilla or a dark brown gorilla?" "Dark brown," he said. "What color are the ducks?" I asked. "Lello!" "Ok, now close your eyes so you dream about your champanzee, ducks, and gorilla." "O-kay."
Prior to this discussion, right after lights out, T curled up in my arms and said,"Mommy, lets hide from the big giant!" "Okay T but we really don't need to, River Dawg*, watches over you and he scares away all big giants." We went into a long discussion about why River Dawg would scare away giants and other mean animals, then T said, "Mommy, that giant was just pretend."
* River Dawg is a piece of folk art I purchased from the artist Frank Pickle in 1990. I was on a folk art bus tour of North Georgia with the Carlos Museum and purchased it for $50 (a huge amount for me at the time, and $10 less than the asking price. Mr. Pickle was a neat man.) I couldn't find a photo in a quick web search, but did find an old link to an Ebay auction where a similar piece (same name) was listed for $100. Mine is a long painted stick with one end notched into a mouth. A peice of astroturf sticks out in a pointed tongue. Electrical wire is used for four feet. Mr. PickIe said he found the stick in a ravine/creek and it just looked like a river dawg to him. I have yet to figure out how to display River Dawg in T's room so he sits rather awkwardly on top shelf of the bookshelf. I have told T for a long time the RIver Dawg watches over him and scares away bad dreams and other night intruders.
Last night T was hungry early so my plans of us eating together were dashed. What we did instead was go to the playground after he finished his cheesy bunnies with pepper and ketchup, broccoli, and biscotti and milk. T was excited for us both to go with him and demanded we each take a hand. First thing he did when he had both our hands was jump up and try and swing. I remember loving doing this myself.
When we made our way through the woods to the field and wound through the many practice games of soccar, we headed for the structure with the gear game with silver balls. This is a 'game' where you turn a gear to pull some balls from the bottom up to the top where they fall into the bed of a 'dumptruck'. You flip the bed up to dump the balls and they fall into a hole where a 'digger' digs them up with the turn of a gear. They then fall to where you turn a gear for a 'bulldozer' to push them down where they land in the large gear and you start over again. Kids can spend a long time doing this over and over. We always spend a while here.
While T was working on it a child of 5 or 6 came up and quietly asked if he could play. T said yes, and I commented on how great it was he was sharing. The older boy started to take over and after a bit I could tell T was a little dismayed and sad. I said to T over the head of the child, "T if you want to play some more ask if he will share it with you. You can both play." T turned to the boy, got his little face right up to the other boy's and said, "Can I share with you? I want to play too." The boy didn't make too much of a move and T asked again. The boy shifted slightly so I commented how T had been there first so it would be good for the two of them to share. They both started turning gears.
After a bit the older boy started instructing T on how it worked and what to do. At first it was kind of cute but then the kid was getting a tad bossy about it. I got a bit miffed as T knows how the thing works and has done it a million times. He's just slower since he is smaller and not as coordinated yet. B was saying, "Look he's helping you and explaining, isn't that nice? You are playing well together." A little more went on and the boy was starting to take over again. T turned to him and rather quietly said, "You should go find your other friends!" I laugh and quietly told B what T had said. The older boy said, "OK," and ran up the stairs to the slide. T had another minute with the gears to himself before another child came along and he decided to give it up.
"Why did I tell that boy to find his friends?" T asked us as we left the playgorund.
Fairly often T likes non-traditional items for breakfast. Often he wants chicken nuggets and fish sticks. This morning he wanted cheesy bunnies with pepper and ketchup. Sometimes we humor him, especially if he didn't eat much dinner the night before, but sometimes we 'make him' eat a more traditional breakfast: cereal, (frozen) waffles, breakfast bar, banana bread, or toast (almost never).
