Proud mommy moment. I added the picture to the left of the blog. This is H's first attempt at taking real pictures. Papaw let him use the camera for a little while to amuse himself while out on a "boys" trip with Daddy and Papaw to see remote controlled planes (while Mommy and Grandma did a little shopping...mostly for used books from the library but it was fun to get out together none the less.)
I want to blow this up to a big huge picture and keep it forever. These shoes will always represent my little boy long after he has grown into a man some day.
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Thursday, June 27, 2013
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Baby Sister
Baby sister has been a random but recurring character in his story telling this spring. To clear any misconceptions, no he has no baby sister and is likely not to ever have one.
"H, do you have a baby sister?"
"Yes."
"What is your baby sister's name?"
"Baby sister."
From what I gather though, Baby Sister is one tough chick!
In one of our more rambling stories Baby Sister beats up a dragon and scares off the Big Bad Wolf.
I honestly do not know where this has come from. He has a couple of school mates who have had baby brothers born this year but no girls.
"H, do you have a baby sister?"
"Yes."
"What is your baby sister's name?"
"Baby sister."
From what I gather though, Baby Sister is one tough chick!
In one of our more rambling stories Baby Sister beats up a dragon and scares off the Big Bad Wolf.
I honestly do not know where this has come from. He has a couple of school mates who have had baby brothers born this year but no girls.
It's the Little Moments That Reveal the Big Changes
Lately, H has gotten this little completely happy smile perfected at the most random of moments. I do not post facial pictures here but I will do my best to describe it.
Occassionally he will just look at me for a moment and his face will light up all of a sudden. His eyes turn bright and light up from within. His eyes curl up at the outside and seem to smile just a fraction of a moment before a closed mouth but wide smile spreads across his face. For a few seconds, he holds that smile and looks at me like he's just happy to be in that spot at that time with me and is completely at peace with the world. I look back at him and smile. Neither of us says anything. Then, after I smile back at him and registers my awareness of his moment, he continues on. I am overwhelmed with undescribable feelings that are impossible to put into words. Yes, it's love. Yes, it's happiness. Yes, it's wonderful. Also, it's one of the most magical and mysterious moments as no words are necessary. I do not think any words could really convey what it is he is feeling at that moment. At that moment, I think he truly is beginning to understand and reciprocate love.
It is one of those moments that you never want to lose as the pure innocence of life is apparent in that smile and it seems to be reserved for sharing just for me.
Occassionally he will just look at me for a moment and his face will light up all of a sudden. His eyes turn bright and light up from within. His eyes curl up at the outside and seem to smile just a fraction of a moment before a closed mouth but wide smile spreads across his face. For a few seconds, he holds that smile and looks at me like he's just happy to be in that spot at that time with me and is completely at peace with the world. I look back at him and smile. Neither of us says anything. Then, after I smile back at him and registers my awareness of his moment, he continues on. I am overwhelmed with undescribable feelings that are impossible to put into words. Yes, it's love. Yes, it's happiness. Yes, it's wonderful. Also, it's one of the most magical and mysterious moments as no words are necessary. I do not think any words could really convey what it is he is feeling at that moment. At that moment, I think he truly is beginning to understand and reciprocate love.
It is one of those moments that you never want to lose as the pure innocence of life is apparent in that smile and it seems to be reserved for sharing just for me.
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Things I Have Learned
Big cargo pockets are extremely useful
Snack snacks snacks and juice/water - never leave home without them
New shoes to "grow into" so not worth it...and now I know why I can't find second hand shoes anymore - they are just plain worn out!
Snack snacks snacks and juice/water - never leave home without them
New shoes to "grow into" so not worth it...and now I know why I can't find second hand shoes anymore - they are just plain worn out!
Trying to Catch Up on H Moments
It is very clear to all who know him that H pays attention to things and remembers them even as he appears to hand back distractedly in the background. Each of the topics have been influenced by a book, a discussion, a picture, or other items and moments throughout his days this spring.
As I've said before the mind of a 3.5 year old is a wonderful and mysterious thing!
Riding in the car on the way to school a couple of months ago:
"Mommy, I had a dream last night. The big bad wolfe tried to eat the happy monster but he spit him out and he broke cause he was an egg and my family could not put him back together. I was scared by my baby sister who was the big bad wolf."
He proceeded to mumble something about a porcupine and a moose which I could not for the life of me make out. Only later did I realize he was being influenced by Harold and the Purple Crayon iPad app (which is awesome by the way.)
Lying on the bed in "Grandma's room" for a nap:
H "Mommy what are those pictures of?"
Me "Things in Paris, France."
H "I been there?"
Me "No, mommy, daddy, Grandma, and Papas have been there."
H "My car been there. I didn't like if very much."
After a topic relating to our former home:
H "I just went back to my old house."
Me "Do you like your new house?"
H "I love my new house. I'm happy!"
Random discussion (I can't remember what prompted the learning about volcanos):
I told Natalie a volcano ruppeds!
You know why a volcano rupped?
The five comes up and ruppeds.
Mommy....we're spiders. Not real spiders...just tend spiders.
He finally caught on thet Mother's Day was something that was sort of special. He's not a real touchy feely kind of kid but that day, while I was sitting on the twoilet, H walks up to me, looks at me tenderly, kisses my face and says "Happy Mother's Day" gives me a happy and satisfied smile and walks away....granted he now says it sometimes at random when it appears he may be in a little trouble for not listening but I'll take it anyway.
As I've said before the mind of a 3.5 year old is a wonderful and mysterious thing!
Riding in the car on the way to school a couple of months ago:
"Mommy, I had a dream last night. The big bad wolfe tried to eat the happy monster but he spit him out and he broke cause he was an egg and my family could not put him back together. I was scared by my baby sister who was the big bad wolf."
He proceeded to mumble something about a porcupine and a moose which I could not for the life of me make out. Only later did I realize he was being influenced by Harold and the Purple Crayon iPad app (which is awesome by the way.)
Lying on the bed in "Grandma's room" for a nap:
H "Mommy what are those pictures of?"
Me "Things in Paris, France."
H "I been there?"
Me "No, mommy, daddy, Grandma, and Papas have been there."
H "My car been there. I didn't like if very much."
After a topic relating to our former home:
H "I just went back to my old house."
Me "Do you like your new house?"
H "I love my new house. I'm happy!"
Random discussion (I can't remember what prompted the learning about volcanos):
I told Natalie a volcano ruppeds!
You know why a volcano rupped?
The five comes up and ruppeds.
Mommy....we're spiders. Not real spiders...just tend spiders.
He finally caught on thet Mother's Day was something that was sort of special. He's not a real touchy feely kind of kid but that day, while I was sitting on the twoilet, H walks up to me, looks at me tenderly, kisses my face and says "Happy Mother's Day" gives me a happy and satisfied smile and walks away....granted he now says it sometimes at random when it appears he may be in a little trouble for not listening but I'll take it anyway.
Monday, April 22, 2013
Bad Bad Parent
I know as parents we all tend to say things that maybe are a little bit scary on purpose to get the kid to do something without quite so many questions.
I knew a mom that was on child number two and had the teeth brushing routine down by age one. Yup, her kids brushed their teeth and LOVED it by age one. It seems I was not so adamant about it and fell into the category of well by age two we should begin to introduce brushing our teeth. This was not done lazily, I did some research and most dentists didn't even want to see the kid until age two. I know, I know, some say go as soon as there are teeth but hey, at that point H was more than happy to bite anything that came his way and I wouldn't have wanted to be the dentist in that transaction.
Anyway, I did take H to the dentist at about 2 1/2. He did ok. We talked about it before hand so he wasn't too scared. He sat in my lap. He stared at the pretty blond young dentist and only slightly opened his mouth. Good news was, gaps between teeth - good things. Okay, says pretty blond young dentist bring him back at age three and I'll show him how to brush. So, thought we had better step up the tooth brushing routine a bit more and create a habit.
We have been working on that diligently and I think I finally have it down into my morning and nighttime routine. Of course, brushing one's teeth means that one might stay up a little longer so there's not much push back except on really tired nights when everything is a battle.
On one such night when delay after delay occurred, I finally told H, who was sitting on the floor in a time out having a fit and not wanting to brush his teeth "We are just going to bed." So, as somewhat expected being a really really tired three year old, he began to cry. Not just cry tired whimper cry but almost hysterically cry.
"H, okay you are really tired. It's time for bed."
"No (sniffle cry harder real tears begin streaming down his face.)"
"H, that's enough please get up and let's get to bed."
"No (same as above.)
"H, what is wrong? Why are you crying?"
"I want to brush my teeth (see above actions)."
"No, it's very late and you are so tired, we are just going to bed."
"No! I want to brush my teeth (see above.)"
"No, we are done. Please get up and go to bed."
"No (wailing by this point) MY TEETH WILL FALL OUT!"
Bad bad parent tries not to visibly laugh and coughs instead.
I may have given him the impression that we need to brush our teeth so that they will not hurt and fall out.....Well, what do you tell your kid when he/she asks why we need to brush our teeth????
I knew a mom that was on child number two and had the teeth brushing routine down by age one. Yup, her kids brushed their teeth and LOVED it by age one. It seems I was not so adamant about it and fell into the category of well by age two we should begin to introduce brushing our teeth. This was not done lazily, I did some research and most dentists didn't even want to see the kid until age two. I know, I know, some say go as soon as there are teeth but hey, at that point H was more than happy to bite anything that came his way and I wouldn't have wanted to be the dentist in that transaction.
Anyway, I did take H to the dentist at about 2 1/2. He did ok. We talked about it before hand so he wasn't too scared. He sat in my lap. He stared at the pretty blond young dentist and only slightly opened his mouth. Good news was, gaps between teeth - good things. Okay, says pretty blond young dentist bring him back at age three and I'll show him how to brush. So, thought we had better step up the tooth brushing routine a bit more and create a habit.
We have been working on that diligently and I think I finally have it down into my morning and nighttime routine. Of course, brushing one's teeth means that one might stay up a little longer so there's not much push back except on really tired nights when everything is a battle.
On one such night when delay after delay occurred, I finally told H, who was sitting on the floor in a time out having a fit and not wanting to brush his teeth "We are just going to bed." So, as somewhat expected being a really really tired three year old, he began to cry. Not just cry tired whimper cry but almost hysterically cry.
"H, okay you are really tired. It's time for bed."
"No (sniffle cry harder real tears begin streaming down his face.)"
"H, that's enough please get up and let's get to bed."
"No (same as above.)
"H, what is wrong? Why are you crying?"
"I want to brush my teeth (see above actions)."
"No, it's very late and you are so tired, we are just going to bed."
"No! I want to brush my teeth (see above.)"
"No, we are done. Please get up and go to bed."
"No (wailing by this point) MY TEETH WILL FALL OUT!"
Bad bad parent tries not to visibly laugh and coughs instead.
I may have given him the impression that we need to brush our teeth so that they will not hurt and fall out.....Well, what do you tell your kid when he/she asks why we need to brush our teeth????
Monday, April 15, 2013
It's Time
We've been busy busy with the house, work, school, a 3.5 year old since we moved here. The other night I finally found time to pay attention to some things that just aren't needed any more. We've made changes to H's room over the last year, the most recent addition is a shelf and rod that he can reach so he can get his own school clothes (at his request.)
I began working on cleaning up his closet and figured I needed to get the remaining diapers, pullups, and swim diapers out of his closet (and my car) as well. We never seemed to end up going to the next phase exactly at the end of one box and so have a few left over of each.
I was also able to begin pulling his clothes out that he had outgrown. While doing so, I realized I could put away the baby monitor (still in a drawer) and some other "baby" things. Granted I need to consolidate everything else like all the cupboard, drawer, and electrical socket safety latches but that's for another day. The porta potty trainer makes a great hot wheels car garage when turned upside down maybe that will stay out for a while....
Since we got H at ten months we missed early baby times. I'm ok with that but I feel that in all fairness maybe "babyhood" should last longer - say a couple of years before you move on so quickly to little boyhood. How about 3 years baby, three years toddler, three years little boy, and then maybe it could ratchet down from there. Whenever we got a routine down and I finally was able to function with it, he would change and out grow a stage and into a new one affecting naps, food, dressing, travel. I like not having to travel with quite so much stuff but still, couldn't I just have had a little more baby time with to really make it all indelible on my brain and in my memory? I feel like I didn't do enough to remember it all....
I know I will never be fully prepared for him to be a man so soon but as he said to me the other day - "Mommy, I'm getting so big but I'm your baby?" "Yes, H you will always be my baby."
I began working on cleaning up his closet and figured I needed to get the remaining diapers, pullups, and swim diapers out of his closet (and my car) as well. We never seemed to end up going to the next phase exactly at the end of one box and so have a few left over of each.
I was also able to begin pulling his clothes out that he had outgrown. While doing so, I realized I could put away the baby monitor (still in a drawer) and some other "baby" things. Granted I need to consolidate everything else like all the cupboard, drawer, and electrical socket safety latches but that's for another day. The porta potty trainer makes a great hot wheels car garage when turned upside down maybe that will stay out for a while....
Since we got H at ten months we missed early baby times. I'm ok with that but I feel that in all fairness maybe "babyhood" should last longer - say a couple of years before you move on so quickly to little boyhood. How about 3 years baby, three years toddler, three years little boy, and then maybe it could ratchet down from there. Whenever we got a routine down and I finally was able to function with it, he would change and out grow a stage and into a new one affecting naps, food, dressing, travel. I like not having to travel with quite so much stuff but still, couldn't I just have had a little more baby time with to really make it all indelible on my brain and in my memory? I feel like I didn't do enough to remember it all....
I know I will never be fully prepared for him to be a man so soon but as he said to me the other day - "Mommy, I'm getting so big but I'm your baby?" "Yes, H you will always be my baby."
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