12 posts tagged “33 months”
Last night when I picked T up from school he ran over to me immediately, He was all ready to go and wasn't about to give me a hard time, as he has been lately (B has taken to not getting until 5 since T doesn't want to leave sooner):
T::I want to go to the big dino museum mommy!
M::Oh, but we have to go get Jay a birthday gift.
T:: I want to go to the dino museum.
M::Remember you said you wanted to go to Jay's birthday Saturday? Do you want to go to the party?
T::Yes!
M::Then can we go to the store to get him a gift?
T::OK.
So we left school, stopping only so T could pick up some sticks then we could talk about leaving them for the birds and squirrels. In the car the conversation continued...
T::Are we going to Jay's birthday party?
M::The party is on Saturday, today is Wednesday. We have Thursday, Friday, then the next day is Saturday and the party!
T::I want milk.
M::(feeling like a bad mommy for forgetting milk or water - AGAIN) Oh, I'm sorry T I don't have any milk or water.
T::I want milk, please.
M::I'm sorry sweetie I don't have any.
T::I want to go to the big dino museum!
M::Honey we are going to the store to get Jay a birthday gift so we can go to the party on Saturday.
T::I want to go to the dino museum!
M::(seeing clock say's 5 pm) It is closed sweetie, even if we could go now it is closed.
T::Why?
M::It is 5 pm and they close at 5 pm, they are telling everyone it is time to go home.
T::I'm going to push them out of the way! Spiderman is going to open the museum!
M::Really? Spiderman?
T::Yes. He's going to put out his web on the door and wrap them up and open the door and I am going to the dino museum and get milk and water!
M::(Smiling) Well honey I think the museum is closed.
T::(crying almost) I want milk.
M::I am so sorry I don't have anything for you.
T::I don't want to go to the party! I don't want to go to the store, I want to go home!!!
M::What about if we stop at the coffee shop and get some milk and water? Will that be OK?
T::OK. .... Are we going to Jay's party?
M:: The party is on Saturday, today is Wednesday.
T::Why will they tell us to go home?
M::Well, the party is Saturday they aren't ready for us yet. It is too early.
T::I want to go to the party!
M::We will go, but on Saturday. That is in two days, Thursday, Friday, Saturday!
T::Is the store a long way away? Where is the store?
M::We have to go to downtown, down this road some more and turn from the railroad tracks.
T::Are we going to et me a birthday gift?
M::Your birthday is in a few months. We will get you a gift then.
There was more... we parked, went to the coffee shop, I got T some water, some milk, and a muffin, iced latte for myself. We went to the children's store where we got some adorable sandals for T and he played with the toys they have in bins by the door.
T::Can I get this elephant and cow mommy?
M::Not today honey. We can put it on your birthday list to buy another time.
T::I want it for my birthday (starts walking for the door).
M::We would have to buy it first sweetie, but we aren't going to buy it today. We will put it on your list to buy another time.
T::But I want it for my birthday.
M::Can you tell it goodbye? We will see it another time.
T::(putting the cow away) bye-bye.
Outside, T starts to balk again. So we stop at a garden/home shop and use their garden furniture to eat more muffin and have more milk. When T decides he can go on again we finally made it to the book store for the birthday gift. We read about seven books and could have read so many more. I had to hold T off on quite a few. We were there to get Captain Flinn and the Pirate Dinosaurs or the second one about Missing Treasure, but they were out again. I really liked both C is for Caboose and You can't take a balloon to the Metropolitan Museum, but I decided to keep those for another day. We also enjoyed the rather macabre and very theatrical The Spider and the Fly (and there was tons more conversation following this reading!! Why did the spider eat the fly? What do flies eat? - don't make the mistake of telling a child that flies eat dead things...). For our gift we settled on my favorite Pete the Cat book - a little bit of local funky color that I think Jay's mom will enjoy, and of course Jay. My only concern is that they might have it already.
My dear sweet potato biscuit,
I just read a letter to her child that one of my friends wrote to her daughter. She writes these every month to her children, and every time I read one I think about how I really really need to do the same for you.
How much I love you! Twice this weekend you told me that you loved me. :-) Once you said it to me in response to my saying it to you, and once you just said it pretty much out of the blue, though we were snuggling. It melted my heart both times.
I use one of the many photos I take of you as my computer screen saver (Will people still have screen savers when you are able to read this and comprehend?) I have one at home, one at the office (your daddy does the same thing). My current picture of you at work is the photo from the ice cream store where you are saying, "I pooped on the potty!" Your smile is so infections I just have to smile back at you. It isn't the best photo, but your whole face is lit up and it so shows your exuberant personality. I hope you always love life so much.
Love,
Mommy mama
WIP - come back later for more...
When I went to pick up T today I got some exciting news - he pooped on the potty! "BM on potty 12:45!" said his daily sheet. When I got out to the playground the lead teacher asked if I had seen the daily sheet, and then T ran up to me beaming, "I pooped on the potty - at school Mommy!" He and his teacher and I were all very happy and excited.
T has been resisting sitting on the potty at all. Mr. Nat told me that this week he has been telling T to just sit a minute while he (teacher) gets the diaper together to change him (T). T will then say, "OK, but I don't have to pee-pee or poop!" (I can see him saying that so clearly with a little turn of his head.) That was what was happening today when T started to strain a little. Mr Nat asked what was happening and T said rather surprised, "I'm pooping!" Apparently he then jumped up, they admired the masterwork, flushed, then T sat again. This happened two more times. T told Mr. Nat he was going to tell some of the other kids that he pooped ten times.
When he climbed into my arms on the playground he reminded me that we were to go for ice cream. I had forgotten that we have been promising T that if he will poop on the potty that we will take him for a smoothie or ice cream, whichever he wants. He told me, "I am going to get chocolate and you are going to get strawberry!" "But can I have cinnamon? I like cinnamon." "No, you should get strawberry," he told me.
When we got to the store they didn't have strawberry and they didn't have a straight chocolate. Before this really sank in T had his eyes set on a purplish colored one that turned out to be a special blueberry frozen yogurt made with agave syrup. I got cinnamon, and T loved it. We ended up getting a third scoop - T insisted - but then he only had two bites. The last was Caret Cake - a pineapple, coconut concoction that tasted like carrot cake. The woman who rang us up was appropriately excited for T an his accomplishment and took our photo.
Last night as B printed out and reviewed our taxes he periodically chanted, "Tea Party! Tea Party!" He then looked at me and said, "I'm thinking more and more about a tea party. This is ridiculous." I must have looked rather blankly at him as I was envisioning pre-revolutionary Bostonian's dumping tea into the bay from a four masted ship. "You don't know about the tea parties do you? They haven't reported about them on NPR of course." [Edit: read the comments to this article.]
Several of my Facebook friends have commented on the Tea Party since B started chanting (another about tea bagging but I think that might be entirely different - clueless on that one as well). It looks as if there will be quite a few today, including a large party in our fair rather land locked city. They expect traffic to be bad in the area that is not far from T's school. I guess I will be getting him a little early today. [Edit, didn't make it that early and was stuck getting to and out of the daycare as everyone tried to escape the bad traffic.]
T and I won't be going to any parties. We are instead going to visit and help friends. One of my best friend's mother passed away on Monday. This makes the third friend to lose a parent in the last half year or so. If there is a silver lining all the parents have been sick and not comfortable for some time. While M's mom apparently went quickly, the other parents were in Hospice leading up to their passing, though neither for an extended time. I can only vaguely imagine what any of these friends have been through. I hope I only have to imagine for a very long time. T and I are going to visit M and B's cat while M and B are with her family. I wish there was more I could do for her!
I am also hopeful to get some baby time in tonight. It continues to be baby and pregnancy boom time in my circle. The little one I hope to hold tonight was born three weeks ago. Three. I thought I would see the guy when he was days old, but for various reasons including my most recent cold I will just be going tonight. I made mango chicken couscous to take over, and will hopefully augment that with pumpkin bread and/or carrot slaw so as to make a meal. If that fails I have half a watermelon to take.
At any rate, 'happy' tax day.
[Edit: here's the darling baby I got to hold:
... and T was quite sweet with the kitty we visited for M. We opened some shades while we were there, pet Gaz, talked to him, T hugged him several times (Gaz took it quite well though he wasn't thrilled) gave him more food, cleaned the litter. Then T had fun hiding behind one of the curtains and making it talk. We saw a caterpillar on the walk back to the car and T gave it a leaf to eat.]
I haven't been making a huge deal about it, but I reminded T this morning that tomorrow is Underwear Day! We are going to try having him run around in underwear and see if that helps with some of the potty resistance we have dealt with recently. Wish us luck!
We also have an Easter egg hunt to go to tomorrow morning. Do we diaper it there, or continue with the underwear? I'm thinking latter after a talk with a coworker, but we'll see how the early morning goes. It is with my Google Group moms and kids, so they will understand the potty training/underwear thing. Just will need to make sure I am prepared with lots of clothes etc.
Regarding Easter and baptism... T got a toddler Bible - basically a board book - as a baptism gift. We have read most of the one page Bible stories. Guess what? They are not always the nicest stories. T's favorite is about David and Goliath - he is intrigued by giants. Last night T asked out of the blue (we haven't read the Bible in several days), "How do you kill babies?" You know it kind of freaked B and I out to have our little sweetie ask again and again, "How do you kill babies mommy?"
"Are you asking about baby Moses going in the river?" I asked him. "Yes," he replied sweetly. "That was a mean horrible, awful, horrible, very mean king." I said. "Why mommy? Why was he a hor-horid-horrible, aw-ful, mean king mommy?" "I don't know T. He just was." "How do you kill babies mommy?" "You don't, we don't do that sweetie. [there's a whole big huge debate in that one for sure]" "Why mommy, why? ... Mommy? Where's Jesus mommy?" Like I have have any grounding in how to deal with these questions!
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T took in a bunch of stuff to school today. I sent him in with mixed salad greens (for yesterday's 'leaf snack'), and steamed asparagus, capers, and lavender for 'flowers snack' today. More diapers, and show and tell toys. He chose to take in six of his small plastic animals - Dipladocous, Brontosaurus, lion, giraffe, and elephant. We weren't so sure he should take them all in, but T insisted.
T has pink eye. T HATES eye drops. It takes both of us to *sort of* get the drops in his eyes. We are supposed to do it three times a day. Yeah right. Poor little guy has gone into fits of crying more times than I (we) like the last bunch of days. He doesn't say so but I think he doesn't feel good. I gave him Motrin on Monday night after he woke up for the third time. He was grinding his teeth as I rocked him.
He is wonderful and adorable when he isn't crying and complaining. One of his common phrases these days, "Give me a two minute warning." When the two minutes are up he usually asks for another.
Friday we went to dinner at a local restaurant we've taken T to a couple of times. T really enjoyed it. Sunday we got souffles and coffee at the bakery and ate them by the fountain in the village. Again T was happy - though later, after church he wanted to go get a muffin at the coffee shop near church - he knows all the good places! On Monday he told B that he wanted to go to a restaurant for dinner. Less than 24 hours after B told me we couldn't go out so much B came home and suggested we eat out with T every Friday. B figured T and I were in cahoots - except for the fact that I haven't pushed this at all. :-)
I really want to get caught up on some posts, but am not sure when it will happen... as it is now I am pretending to work. That can't happen for long...
T and I will head to the library tonight, but we also really need to go to both the grocery and the garden center for his school. No way to do it all. Maybe we won't make it to the library after all. They are doing a plant study in his class and they need some items for school - dirt, seeds, pots... also snack items. Today was 'stem' snack day, tomorrow is 'leaf', and Friday is 'flower'. I learned of this snack stuff yesterday (I missed the newsletter announcement) so today T took organic ranch dressing to school. We only had some sad looking celery and know someone else was bringing that in (not sad I bet.)
If the school weren't a nut free center I would love to send T in with some lavender flower biscotti. The kids would like it I think. Instead I think I will end up sending in capers, which I bet none of the kids will like - I'm guessing there will be lots of broccoli and cauliflower. I wish it wasn't too early for sqash blossems, nasturtiums, or that I knew where to buy some edible violas.
Along with all the shopping and library time (T will insist on playing at the 'library playground afterward) I would also love to do some Easter crafts. We haven't done any. Not a single egg, not a little egg shell creature, no bunnies, no chicks... so many ideas* and no time!! Uhg. Wish I could be crafty and centered like Amanda!
If this weren't enough, I had given myself until this week to do the thank you notes from T's baptism. Would be fine if I felt OK and didn't keep falling asleep with T at night. I have seven to write if I include the one my step mom said not send them. She said she would feel bad if I sent one because she wasn't going to send me one. Thing is she doesn't need to send me one! If I would just sit and do them they wouldn't take long, so perhaps tonight...
