10 posts tagged “36 months”
T is giving great hugs and kisses. Last night as one of his many delay tactics in going to sleep, he kissed me on the eyes, eye brows, chest, tummy, shoulder. This morning when leaving him at daycare I asked for a big hug (this has recently become one of my leaving tactics, I have him walk me to the door then give me a give hug goodbye). He held on tight for a very long time which reminded me of the book the kissing hand. Since he has been fairly sensitive/moody the last while I told him to hang on to the hug all day and think about it if he got upset or sad. Then I told him I would have another hug when we saw each other at night.
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Last night and again this morning T and I used his new log truck (bday gift from Oregon grandparents) to carry blocks to build a bridge over the troll (Billy Goats Gruff). We spend a long time stacking the blocks on the truck, then offloading them to build the bridge.
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Yesterday T did not want to leave school when B arrived. They were off the playground and back inside. T was being bossy to some of the other kids and B said he was disrupting their play. He finally took T out crying. B had planned on going by Lowes, but as T kept crying in the car B decided against it. He told T he wasn't going to take a cry baby to the store. T started to calm down and said he wouldn't cry in the store. B decided T was in too much of a mood to go. When they passed the turn to Lowes T went into full cry mode again realizing they weren't going to the store.
He wasn't crying as they came up the back, but when I touched T on the back to say hello and ask for a hug, T said, "no." He eventually warmed up to me however and we had the following conversation as we played with the blocks:
M:: Why didn't you want to come home tonight?"
T:: I didn't want to see you.
M:: You didn't want to see me?
T:: No.
M:: Why didn't you want to see me?
T:: Because you hit me.
M:: I hit you? When did I hit you?
T:: Last Friday.
M:: What were we doing that we got upset?
T:: In't know.
M:: Sweetie I don't hit you. Why didn't you want to come home?
T:: Cause.
One of T's classmates gained a new sister recently. Most of T's classmates have siblings so the words sister and brother have been thrown around a lot lately. T is very interested in knowing if brother's are boys or girls, and was pleased with himself when he was right about it. Conversations at the house about siblings, babies, mama's milk, bellies have abounded through all of this in part as T asks questions about others and in part since his birthday we have been talking about what it was like when he was a baby.
Several weeks ago T didn't want to be left in his room 'cause he didn't want to be all lonely. Last week he told B that I should get a baby in my belly. They apparently had a long discussion about where babies come from. T told me that he wanted to be a big brother. Today at the farmer's market out of the blue in the dairy section T says, "We have to get something for the baby. The baby needs something - there is going to be a baby isn't there?" Then tonight when we snuggling before bed he told me we should get a baby. "What if it want's to play with your toys?"I asked. "I will share them. She can sleep in my bed. I will keep her warm when she gets into her pj's."
I think T would make a great big brother.
From some Facebook mom friends (all kids mentioned are two to four months older than T)
Alyssa : Luke quote of the day, "Mom, I'm driving, and we're gonna eat muffins!"
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Today is Splash! Day at T's school. From 10 to 11 they play in water on the playground. T has to be dressed in his swimming clothes (regular diaper) so it is easy to get them out to the playground. Coming back in is another story as they all have to be changed into clothes. I need to volunteer one day... Anyway, T was so cute this morning in his swim shirt, trunks, Crocs, and bike helmet and knee pads! Yes, he walked around a good share of the morning also wearing his yellow with blue doggie's bike helmet and knee pads. :-)
His new bike, a bright red running bike by Kinderbike, arrived yesterday and B put it together last night. T got to try it out. I am very excited and hope he sticks with trying it. I think it will be lots of fun and boost his self confidence when he gets the hang of it.
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Prior to B finishing putting together the bike we had a little toddler melt-down due to mom not thinking things through enough. T has a number of toys that he has pretty much outgrown and hardly plays with. The little boy across the street is about to turn one. We've lent them a few things as he has grown and discussed that T had more toys to lend. As it happened Katie and Jeremy came over to look at the toys just as T and B came home. So it happened that T ended up helping us carry his toys to Baby Jeremy's house.
T thought he was having a play date at Jeremy's and was sharing his toys. He was doing a GREAT job sharing. He was not happy when he learned all the toys were not coming back home with him. Not at all. In fact we ended up bringing one home, and we almost had to go collect another (temporarily). If B putting the bike together hadn't of nabbed T's attention we would have. The poor little guy was distraught and very mad. "Jeremy took my toys!" "Jeremy is borrowing them and Mommy is letting him. It is not Jeremy's fault, it is mommy's." "Jeremy took my toys! I want them!"
Prior to us going across the street T was being a great big kid! He gave Jeremy a hug and kiss and took his hand to help him walk. He then was concerned that Jeremy would hurt his feet on our deck since he wasn't wearing any shoes. He showed Jeremy a lot of toys and was just generally quite sweet. It was very cute.
I woke to both the radio going off and T calling from his room. When I blurrily walked in my smiling little elf greeted me with, "I'm Roo Mommy Kanga!"
Last night while trying to get T moving toward bed we became kangaroos. I had a on a skirt and as we were sitting brushing his teeth, the fold of it reminded him of a kangaroo pocket. He tried to climb in and we were off being Kanga and Roo. We read a Winnie the Pooh story about Tigger that had Kanga and Roo in it (much of it still over T's head and a tad on the long side for him) and then looked at a Disney Pooh picture book we were given. T wanted to see more pictures of us - "That's me, that's you," he said pointing to pictures of Roo and Kanga.
We had a morning of Kanga and Roo where he hid under the covers from Bear Storms caused first by his brontosaurus. After Brutus was declared dead ("he's dead, he died.") T/Roo caused the Bear Storms on the bed. I was told to hide under the covers until readysets came out of his mouth. "Readysets?" I asked. "Yeah, until readysets come out of my mouth." "Oh! Ready, set, go! OK." and I hid. "Ready-Set, ready-set, ready-set!" I came out from under the covers. "Roo is making the bear storms now. Mommy Kanga say 'oh my, who is making the bear storm?' say 'oh my, who is making the bear storm?' ... crash, bang, its a bear storm!" "Oh my! Who is making that bear storm?" "Meeee!" T yelled with a grin.
"Uh, oh, we better hide. I hear RooBerry getting out of the shower." "RooBerry! Hide, hide!" We hid under the duvet. "Do I hear a Roo out there?" B called from the bath. "No," said a little voice from under the duvet. B came over the the bed, "Is it a tickle storm?" and he reached under and tickled T. B then saw Brutus on the floor and picked him up to use to tickle. "No, no, he's died, he's 'tinct! He died out," T told B. "Yes, but this one is alive," B replied. "OK, he not 'tinct anymore."
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Later playing with blocks and doing a little organizing in T's room... T asks me to help him load a cargo ship with toys and food. He had a long block flat on the floor and was piling other blocks on top. Pointing to his book shelf where I had removed some paperwork (to a pile in the guestroom - oh what to do with it there???) and put books that had spilled over onto the floor, I said, "Look what I have done with your book shelf!" "I can't believe it," T said rather unconvincingly. "You can't believe it?" "I don't trust you," T replied looking up at me seriously. B and I exchanged looks and smiles. "Really?" I said. But T had turned back to his blocks.
We piled the bocks on the cargo ship. "Lets put more on Mommy Kanga." "I am concerned you will have trouble moving your ship Roo." "No, no, we need to put more on here, hlep me," said T/Roo. "What if it is too heavy and can't float in the water?" "It's stuck. It's stuck in the ground," he replied. "Oh," I said. T knocked the blocks down. "I'm concerned it won't float," he said. "Lets make a crowd." We piled the blocks into a random pile. "A big crowd," he said. Then he said, "Let's make a pool."
We started making a pool, which in time turned into an elephant that also needed stairs. Stairs for people to climb on it's back. T informed me that people can't get on when the elephant is peeing and pooing. "Oh, no, they wouldn't want to do that," I agreed. "Why?" he asked. "Do you want to get elephant poo on you?" "No!" he said. A bit later when I mentioned that people in the street might be surprised to see an elephant walking T turned the form back into a pool into which we piled as many round people, then square people, as we could. When all the people broke the pool it was time to go.
I had the following email exchange with a coworker today:
***On Tue 12:00p Jul 7, 2009 P wrote***
E just drove away on his trip back to college. I'm working at home the remainder of the day.Later,
P***On Tue 12:21p Jul 7, 2009 J wrote***
:-( I guess you feel kind of like the gray day? T said this morning, "Mommy, I want to stay home and play with you." I hope you have a good day.
J***On Tue 12:46p Jul 7, 2009 P wrote***
Sometime when T says that, J, do it...just take the day off and play all day...because the days become years of routine and one day too soon T will be all grown up and off on his own.
Thanks for your thoughts,
P
After T told me he wanted to stay home and play we had a short discussion about how much fun he has at school. So much fun that he hardly ever wants to come home when we come to pick him up. He said, "but you come when I'm on the playground." Ah yes, playgrounds are fun, but T also has a hard time leaving when he is still in the classroom. He was silent about that one. Poor little guy just wants to play and just wants his mommy and daddy.
Last night at lights out when it came time to decide who would rock him a bit he said, "Mommy and Daddy. I want Daddy and Mommy to rock me!" He actually got his wish. He started rocking with his Dad but after a bit noticed he didn't have Cloud. They came to find Cloud who I had just brought up from the basement. As I was the provider of Cloud I was bestowed the honor of rocking our little prince.
At this point, as we settled down I asked T what he was going to dream about. "I'm not going to dream about anything. I'm just going to dream about Oregon. And Sidney, and her peeing and pooping!" In case that sounds a bit odd, just know that T is completely amazed and fascinated by pee and poop and who does what when and how. So this comment is more funny than perverted. T does have a crush on Sidney though. Every blond we saw at the Farmer's Market he said, "she looks like Sidney," and when he asked for a story he wanted one about Sidney being a mommy. "Is Sidney a mommy? Is Dylan a daddy?" proceeded the request.
Happy Independence Day! Happy 4th of July!
We had a nice day (though I did break down at one point feeling like a complete and utter failure - gotta love hormones!) that started (not exactly but close enough) with making biscuits. That followed at some point by attempting to make a craft with T. He was all into it, but then it took me too long to gather the supplies, read over the directions, etc. so that he threw the beads we needed, which meant I had to crawl under the bed, which meant he stepped all over me, which meant I yelled...
Then it was hard for him to do much... so that he unwound the entire roll of bakers twine (using it as a leash for one of the fire engines), and generally did not enjoy crafting. Oh well?
Below is the boy with the rocket we finished (please ignore cockeyed curtains etc) just prior to his pulling the string to hopefully be showered with confetti.
Except that it didn't shower, it trickled and then got stuck. Lesson
number two (or perhaps four or five) don't mush a bunch of confetti in
or it will stick and not fall. You can see a little falling, but B had to get in there and shake it. Not what any of us were thinking. T was unhappy, I felt sad.
Sunday morning we slept in. T woke at 7, played with B for about a half hour, then requested to be rocked. They slept for another two hours before getting up. We did misc stuff around the house and yard, including getting the pool together for some water fun.
Tommy asked for a story about King Kong after he saw the gorilla on a mural. I was telling him about KK picking up the woman and I said, "She is really pretty, kind of like mommy. Do you think mommy is pretty?" He replied, "Yeah, finish the story please." (and of course I look nothing like a blond waif.)
