18 September 2012

Breaking news. It's potty time.

So we've been practicing the potty for awhile now. Usually just in the evenings, before bed.  You've done so great with the number ones...but tonight, with the sounds of howling winds and the rat-a-tat-tat of rain on the windows as your background music, you sat on your frog potty for about 15 minutes.  The red face and occasional grunting made me think that you were finally going to go the distance and do the two's. I was not disappointed.

You were so proud! You stood up and exclaimed "I did it!" Yes you did, sweet boy, yes you did.

So yes, this is what happens when you're the parent of a toddler. You get excited about poop. And pee. And you're not afraid to say poop and pee.  And when your kid does it, you make it seem as if they just solved all the problems of the world.  Just because it makes the grin on their faces shine brighter than any star in the sky.

Now, if only you could have that same enthusiasm for haircuts as you do for poop...


06 September 2012

You're still just little.

Tonight you had a little nightmare.  You had only been asleep for just over an hour and all of a sudden, your screechy wail came across the monitor.  I stilled, muting the tv, to listen, wondering if you'd just soothe yourself.  You didn't.  I went up to see you and you were standing at the end of your crib, salty tears streaming down your cheeks, holding your arms out to be held.  

I scooped you up, murmuring into your hair that it was ok. I changed your diap because, well, it needed it and thought maybe that's why you woke up.  But you pointed to the rocker and tucked your head under my chin.  We sat in the chair together, rocking.  I sang Hush, Little Baby, because that is always the song that soothes you.  I felt your warm little body relax against me.  You had your arms around my neck, hugging tight.  I stood up to bring you back to your crib and you said quietly, "No.  Stay in chair."  

So we rocked some more.  Why is it, in times like these, I cannot recall my repertoire of songs?  The only other one I could think of was You are my Sunshine, which Gramma used to sing to me.  I could hear you breathing softly against my neck.  You smelled of pears.  You had them for dessert tonight. 

Finally, I shifted you.  You drew your head back and said a small "hi".  I smiled and you grinned back.  I asked if you were ok, and you said yes.  I asked if you were ready to go back to night night...you shook your head.  I whispered that Pooh and Giraffe and all your 'friends' are soooo sleepy and waiting for you.  You nodded.  I kissed your nose and wiped the last of your tears and lay you gently back down.  

"Night, night sweet boo", I call softly as I go to the door.  
"Nigh, nigh, mom-mom," you sleepily answer. (You've been calling me mom-mom lately.)

Tiptoeing back down the stairs, I remember that you're still just so little, and that you still need me.  You act like a big kid.  You like to play with the big kids.  You're a budding independent and you don't like to hold my hand much.  You want to do everything yourself. And I know that's how you're learning. 

But in the darkened glow of your night-lit room, with your little voice and arms reaching out for me, I relish in the fact that you're still just little and you need me.  You're not a baby anymore, but still you need me to hold you tight, sing you lullabies, and wipe your tears.  You truly are my sunshine. Time goes too fast.  I wish you could stay this little forever.  I wish I could always scoop you up, fold you into my lap and hug you close.  You're still just little.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
you make me happy, when skies are gray...
You'll never know, dear, how much I love you...
Please don't take my sunshine away...

Goodnight...sleep tight...

03 September 2012

Slides, Naps, and Kites. In that order.

Labor Day was spent doing anything but labor.  And I didn't feel one ounce of guilt (for once).  It started out gray and chilly, two already non-motivating factors. We all slept in a bit, which for this early bird family, means just before 8am. First item on the agenda, breakfast! Sunday breakfasts out are a bit routine for us.  Although lately, we've been less than impressed with our local offerings.  Fast forward through another disappointing experience (although the food was great, the only redeeming factor) and by the time breakfast was done, the sun was out, shining and the day was looking up.  

We head to a nearby playground that's actually tucked away inside the former naval base. Realizing we hadn't been in about a year, we wondered how G would like it and what he would try first.  Naturally he gravitated toward the biggest slide. 

After about fifty times down this slide, we moved onto the swings.  

Soon enough, it was already time for a snooze.  Heading back home, I had such a headache that I just couldn't shake.  Garrett went down immediately for his nap and T said to me "why don't you take a snooze too?"  Really? Me?  But there's laundry to do.  There's vacuuming to do.  There are litter boxes to do.  There are dishes to do.  In other words, never-ending chores.  But it was my day off too.  G was sleeping and would for at least  the next two hours.  So I thought, I'll just close my eyes for a few minutes.  No sooner did I snuggle into the down comforter, all three kitties making there way to snuggle with me, and I was passed out.  For the next two hours.  Wow. When was the last time I did that? Yeah.

G must have been feeling it to because he ended up napping for just under three hours.  The day had shaped up into quite the beauty and we wondered what to do, now that it was already 3pm.  As the breezes swept through the house, the answer was obvious.  Break out the kites!

We live in such the perfect kite-flying yard.  I've always loved the simplicity of flying kites.  From my DC days flying kites on the National Mall, it's been one of those tranquil activities that makes you feel like a kid again.  And it seemed like the perfect time to let G try it out on his own.  We had a blast.  First I had the reins...I let it go waaay up there.
Then I brought it in a bit.
And then it was Boo's turn.

He did pretty well. Until he realized that letting it go and watching it bob across the yard into the bramble bushes was even more fun.  As was watching Momma go trampling through the prickles to retrieve it. The things I do for this kid. Gabs had fun watching too.

It was the perfect afternoon.  An early dinner, a trip in town for Gelato and a run around the Brunswick Mall completed our non-laborious Labor Day.  It couldn't have been better.

02 September 2012

Fare thee well, Summer.

Here we are.  All of a sudden  leaping into Fall, with hoodies, cozy pjs, and evening cups of tea.  So typical of New England, we go from high temps in the 80s to cool, crisp nights, and chilly days.  I do love autumn, but it signifies so much---the dread of seeing the school bus come lumbering down the road (I still get that urge to flee feeling when I see it round the corner), the return of students to campus, apple and pumpkin picking, Halloween, and then of course winter and the holiday season.  Simply put, summer is too short.

We've had a fantastic one though, but this weekend, Labor Day, marks the end. We're making the most of it.

Earlier this week, campus had a picnic for faculty and staff to sort of 'welcome' us back into the academic year.  Bates knows how to put on a good party, that's for sure.  The day started iffy, with showers in the morning.  Magically, it ended beautifully and we enjoyed a fantastic bbq with linen-covered tables and as always, an amazing spread.  Since this was a totally family-friendly event, Terry and Garrett joined in the festivities.  My favorite was watching G locate his best daycare buddy, wondering out of context what he was doing there...then watching the two tear down the quad in a full sprint chase. G's favorite part? Making his own whoopie pie.  

Next up on the week's agenda was enjoying a picnic in the park.  Every Wednesday this summer, Brunswick has hosted a live concert with a variety of local bands in various genres.  We went to the one a couple weeks ago that featured children's night, and this past Wednesday was the last one--a blues band.  Our picnic consisted of Subway subs and hilarity.  G loves these concerts.  He totally grooves and finds ways to make it fun for himself.  This time, it was using the ridiculously long tail of a kite that T had in his car to run circles around and around.  Another little boy and girl soon joined in with him and we watched as the kids just entertained each other for at least half an hour.  One word to describe these kids--energetic!


Finally, the long weekend.  Saturday was a beautiful fall-ish day. We had breakfast at our fave Freeport spot, the Fresh Batch, and met a friend to go to Wolfe's Neck Park.  Gorgeous spot, great for small hikes and just a tranquil view of the sea.  We brought the Gabs with us.

Then today. Sunday.  Awoke to the three D's--damp, dreary, and drizzly.  We had nowhere to be until later in the afternoon, so it was time to get creative with some indoor play.  Bring out the paints!

Knowing we had a bbq to go to in the afternoon, and in trying to figure out what to bring, it occurred to me that filling the house with the enticing scent of chocolate chip cookies baking is the perfect activity for a rainy Sunday.  Garrett had a blast helping, and sampling the finished product. He did have a teeny bit of cookie dough and proclaimed "It tastes good!"

Then he got to sample.

Then, as a perfect way to end the day, given that it finally cleared up and became sunny and lovely, was a bbq at a good friend's house.  G had an absolute blast.  From almost the get-go, he was off and running, playing with his buddies, but also making new friends with older kids.  I've noticed this about G.  He's totally into playing with the older ones, and isn't afraid or shy to get right in there and stake his spot.  Love that about him.  He and his friend A are up to their usual shenanigans. 

There were some free-range chickens in the next yard over.  I wish I captured the sound
effects that G was making as he was trying to chase these chickens.

Tomorrow we all have the day off.  It promises to be sunshiney, cool, and delightful.  How will we say goodbye to summer?